6:40 p.m. | 2002-09-05 I’m All Three Of The Stooges Rolled Into One. Like a typical chick, not every chick, but a typical one, I don’t really find any humor in the Three Stooges. I’m not into “pratfall humor”. So, ironically, I’ve become that. Such is my life now. It’s one big pratfall. I poke myself in the eye, and occasionally I poke others in their eyes. I trip. I fall. I bump into walls. I say stupid stuff. I throw things, seemingly at other people. I waddle. I kick stuff. I knock things over. I drop things. I fall up and down stairs. I trip on curbs. I knock my forehead on windows. I push the wrong elevator buttons or no buttons. I dial wrong phone numbers. I lock myself in my car. The whole shebang. I do it all. Pretty much everyday. Now, I don’t try to do those things; they just happen thanks to the fibro. But, I have to say, I think it’s pretty damned funny! I now crack myself up with pratfalls. When these things happen, accidentally, to others, I don’t usually laugh. And, if others do these types of things to get a laugh, I don’t usually laugh. However, I find it hysterically funny when I act like the Three Stooges. And, usually, others don’t find it funny when I’m doing my pratfalls. There is a lesson in there somewhere but I’m not quite sure of its exact location. At work, in a particular hallway, there’s a stanchion I run into on a regular basis. I tend to follow walls, like the elderly, disabled or developmentally challenged folks, in case I loose my footing. (Only, I try not to make it look like I’m following the walls.) On the walls opposite this stanchion, there are open doorways which can be hazardous if you don’t have sure footing. Now every time I run into this stanchion, it cracks me up because I know it’s there but I always forget that. Slowly but surely, the folks along this route are beginning to laugh also. I’ve learned that the more comfortable I am with my pratfalls, the more comfortable other people are. Well, at least the ones I see regularly. I must say that when you grab your leg and hug it up to your chest while placing a lunch order (my back has spasms when I stand for any length of time), the cashier is likely to be taken aback. But, who cares? I mean, really, who cares if the cashier at the local food joint thinks you’re weird? I don’t. It’s much more embarrassing when you do that at a meeting. But if you’re meeting with someone, chances are you’ll be meeting with them again in the future so they’ll eventually get over it. As long as it cracks me up, I’m okay with it. It’s just a bonus if it makes other people laugh. your thoughts? seed flower