Tomorrow we will celebrate Remembrance Day. As a Canadian, Remembrance Day has always been an honoured day, a time to reflect on the sacrifice of the men and women who have fought and who continue to fight for our freedom. Growing up we had special Assemblies where the entire school would participate in two minutes of silence. I don’t know what it is about that ritual that evokes laughter. As a kid I could keep it together for about 20 seconds, I would try not to catch anyone eye because that was a recipe for disaster, I would just look down and wait for what seemed like an eternity to be over.
I get awkward when things get very serious or emotional. I have instinctually the wrong emotional responses at certain times. Maturity has helped me to control my inappropriate responses however I as a kid I could not keep it together. If you told me to stop laughing, because of my desire to please I would try so hard to stop but the awkwardness of the moment would make me laugh all the more. I am sure that one or more of my children are going to be like that and I will more than likely find my self on being embarrassed by one of my kids laughing at an inappropriate time. Life has a way of sorting itself out.
Even though I had a hard time remaining serious through the moment of silence, I always had a deep sense of gratitude for those who felt called to the Military. It’s a noble calling, a calling beyond yourself, beyond your circumstances, it’s a calling to something greater. Alot like a walk with Christ.
I had this problem when I was youger that I would smile when someone started to cry. I didn’t feel happy that they were upset, but I remember this stupid grin spreading across my face, and having to turn around. I remember being sixteen and breaking up with my boyfriend. He cried and I was grinning away. Needless to say he didn’t speak to me again. I might post on this, I had completely forgotten about it before you blogged about the laughing.
Love Sarah
It’s a weird thing eh? Remember on Grey’s when Izzy started laughing during a really intense episode. That’s what I do. Sometimes when Jason and I are having some “intense fellowship” and it’s getting more intense than I can handle I will smile but not because I am happy just because I don’t know what to do.
Are you a crier? I am not really a crier, I guess that’s why I laugh or smile.
I am sure there is some deep pyschological explanation, any professionals out there want to give Sarah and I a diagnosis?
Leah are you out there?