Some people hide sadness behind smiles. I hide my silliness behind a serious mask.
I only let the silly out when I am very comfortable. This means I am good at telling jokes that no one recognizes as a joke. (Or maybe I’m just not that funny.) It also means I can keep a straight face when I want to burst out laughing. Which does come in handy.
In a recent conversation with my girls’ Auntie Fun, I asked how her parents were.
“They’re fine,” she answered.
“That’s good to hear. Last week when I talked to them, they weren’t doing so well.” I replied.
“Oh, well, they are having [various health problems] but that’s all because of [their other daughter-in-law]” I was informed.
My serious mask cracked a little. “Umm, thats interesting. A few months ago I was informed that [those same health problems] were all my fault.”
“Well, they still are.”
I valiantly held the laugh bubble inside. But its coming out now. Bwahahahaha!
I’m sorry, the reason that certain people I only talk to once every few months are having health problems is only because their daughter-in-laws don’t go to the right church and have pictures of nude babies on our walls? <snicker>
By the serious look on Auntie Fun’s face I deduced that she wasn’t joking. Maybe the fear that we will be tormented in a infinite pit of fire is causing enough stress to seriously impact their health. However, I take no responsibility for them torturing themselves with such unfounded and mythical ideas.
(FYI, their health is still robust enough to travel the world, hike, camp, and be very physically active. Nothing a little lemon balm tea or rational thinking wouldn’t help; but me pointing that out- wouldn’t help.)