One Laugh at a Time

By Jim Hagarty

Humour might seem to be my talent. I suppose it is.

But to me, it is my medication.

You might think I am funny because I am unserious. The truth is, I am funny because I am too serious.

Humour is my only hope.

We see someone laughing and we think, “Now there is a happy man.” He might be happy. But it is important to remember that they don’t let you out of the nuthouse till you stop laughing.

Have you ever seen a dictator laugh? They can’t laugh. They have no sense of humour. It is their most major character flaw. Unable to laugh, they are incapable of achieving perspectve. Without perspective, a man is living in a dream world.

The Irish have no special claim to suffering. But the Irish have suffered. And yet, they laugh. At others, sometimes, but usually at themselves and each other.

Two things keep me going in this world: humour and music.

It might not mean I am always happy when I am laughing, but at least at those times I am not crying.

I have done my share of that.

When I can find humour in a situation, I know that I have finally accepted it.

It is acceptance of the twists and turns in life that is my true medication.

Situations have lost their power to hurt me when I have accepted them.

Acceptance and perspective.

Humour and music.

And love.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.