Everyone tells me to be serious
As a quick, emergency measure, I have always known I could bite my tongue or the inside of my cheek. A sufficient amount of pain would usually do the trick for me.
But recently I am finding more and more craziness at which to laugh (inappropriately I might add.) My last few trips to the dentist have found me being scolded by them for what they consider to be self-abuse. They tell me the end of the road I travel will be the need for extensive work with a plastic surgeon.
Second.
The second best is just to imagine myself AT the dentist’s office, the drill singing as it is hogging out my molars, my arms restrained, while they joke about the bite marks on the inside of my cheeks.
Third.
Number Three. I just could think negative thoughts in general. I could close my eyes and picture myself in my sad place, even worse than the dentist’s office, maybe in a terrible storm or on the Titanic. Maybe just in my kitchen.
So there you have my top three hacks to keep myself from rudely laughing out loud at serious things like the extinction of common sense and humor, as it parallels the destruction of our society. Nothing serious here.
Thanks for reading, seriously.
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