Humor was my coping mechanism. if I didn’t have anything else at least I could be witty. Oftentimes we don’t realize how much we use humor to cover up our scars and insecurities so we won’t be labelled as sensitive.

Humor acts as a balm to soothe our wound, the cool effects of the laughter of those around us reminds us that the sharp sting of jabs at our insecurities are short lived.

Humor is the perfect side dish for family dinners as the main course consists of squabbles, jabs and questions that although are uncomfortable to swallow down, you are presented with no other option. Certain comments make the air thick with tension that even the butter knife cannot slice through, however a pass of humor around the table and the situation is easily diffused.

Humor tuns your blmeishes into beauty spots at least for the time being as all that matters is keeping up apperaces in society.  Humor is the quiet booming friend at the party always on gaurd to help you get out of even the most awkward of situtaions.

Humor at it’s best is self-deprecating as no one likes to be made fun of except you of course.  Humor says, ‘Hey what you said might be hurftul but I won’t let you know that.’

Humor is a large canopy that shields all from the stormy weather of insults and snide comments. Humor shields us, protect us even if deep down we know we must day step out from under the canopy.

Closing Remark

Have you ever used humor as a coping mechanism? How did that go?