Why is it, when someone falls, it becomes comic relief for you?
Or does it?
It does for me.
Let me first tell you; I am not a saddest! I don’t enjoy other peoples pain. I can’t begin to tell you why I laugh. I don’t have a clue, but I do, I laugh until my sides hurt. I laugh until I snort, and all the while asking or at least trying to ask if the person is okay.
You can find a plethora of information on the web for why we do, I’m sure, but it still doesn’t make the person who fell, feel any better, not even when you are out with other friends and decide to share the story.
I still laugh, just talking about it, evokes the same feelings, and I can’t get through the story because I am laughing too hard.
Needless to say, the sideways looks I receive from the source of my laughter, just make me laugh harder.
It leaves me to wonder if I will be un-friended in the morning.
I have to say though, I have slipped and fallen and didn’t have the strength to get up because I was laughing at myself too hard.
It went something like this: Ha Ha… Oww, Oww Ha ha ha! Oww!
Then there is the other side of the fall. . .
When the person falls and springs up off the ground like a jack-in-the-box.
“I’m okay; I’m okay!”
“Really, with that scrape across your elbow?”, but you guessed it; I’m laughing the entire time I am asking.
Please tell me I am not alone here. I can’t be the only “Bad” friend out there.
Or could I?
I’m thinking, No? Share your stories about your laughter at the expense of your friends or maybe a stranger. I would love to hear about them.