What happened to a sense of humor?

Sometimes I have a need to vent.  I know we all do.   Today is one of those days.   I am going to write things just to get it out.  I don’t feel like a heavy discussion, I don’t feel like wading through personal beliefs, I just want to vent and since this is my blog, I think I am going to do it.

Yesterday hubby and I did errands, and it felt so great to do them.  I mentioned it on Facebook, trying to make light of the fact that although we did normal things we still had to be in masks.  I was trying to make light of it, but, the conversation went quickly to the use of masks.  Nothing major, just comments.

Later last night I read about how serious this virus is to seniors.  I also read where people are no longer taking this as seriously as they should. I am tired of being serious.  I truly am.   Personally, I think this virus, has destroyed not only humans who have contracted it, I think this virus has destroyed personal freedoms and people’s sense of humor.  Very little is funny these days.  It is almost like since we cannot gather, we cannot hug, we cannot touch anyone, we cannot laugh.  This is a travesty.

Again, I am venting.   I don’t want to hear statistics.  I am in the old group.  I am in the group that this virus does horrible things to.  I am in that group that does not survive this well.  News flash:  Old people don’t survive much well.   We’re old.   We hit a number and bam!  WE are old.  Funny thing, I don’t feel old.  Yes, my hands don’t work well.  I over do a day of cleaning or working around the house and my back hurts, my knees hurt, I don’t sleep well.  But, I accomplished something.

We are susceptible to many things that we don’t survive. Pneumonia, stroke, flu, cancer, getting hit by a semi because we didn’t hear it and we didn’t watch crossing a street.  It happens.

Yes, at a certain age we become cautious.    We are not as steady as we once were.  We are not as reckless as we once were (some may say that’s wisdom).   But, we have things to laugh about.  Growing up people who wore masks into stores were about to rob them.  Now we wear them to buy eggs.  Does anyone see the humor in this?  We are supposed to be six feet apart.  I am getting my hair cut next week,  I love the girl who cuts my hair.  I love her family, and the last time I saw her her arms were not six feet long.  I cannot wait to see her again.

It is not normal for people to be socially distant.  We were not made that way.  It’s like stranger danger has gone crazy.  Don’t touch, don’t bump into people, don’t smile.  Of course with a mask on no one can tell if you are smiling.  Add sunglasses and a ball cap and no one can tell who or what you are since no one has had a hair cut in months.

Yes, I am venting.  This weekend is Memorial Day weekend.  The beginning of summer unofficially.  In reality, a day to remember those who have given their lives for their country.  Given their lives for our freedom.  Given their lives so we can live and be free and yes, even laugh.

Our state is opening up.  I am thrilled.   I just cannot wait until the day that laughter comes back into play.  The day when people don’t take everything so seriously.   We need to remember that none of us is going to get out of here alive.   Yes, that sounds glib.  Maybe it is.  All I know is I still have errands to do today, so I will go grab my mask and head out.

Thanks for listening.  Cathi (DAF)



Published by marycatherinethomas

M. Catherine Thomas is a published writer, speaker and teacher. Mother of two and grandmother..

6 thoughts on “What happened to a sense of humor?

  1. Always love reading your blog Cathy! I’m sure this one speaks to many people. Me being one of them.

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