“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.”
Doesn’t that just paint the neatest picture?
When I was growing up, Mom claimed that while I had a genius-level IQ (140-something, for what it’s worth) I had absolutely no common sense. Granted, this was during the teenage years when mothers and daughter are notorious for not seeing eye to eye. I wonder, then, if I was really as clueless as I seemed to her, or if our respective common senses were just moving at different speeds?
If the opening quote is to be taken as true, then my common sense spends a lot of time dancing.
Common sense (aside from sometimes not being all that common), is kind of boring. Of course, it comes in handy every day. Every little decision we make takes common sense into consideration. It’s sort of like breathing or walking, that way: we have to do it, so let’s get on with it, already.
Meanwhile, our sense of humor likes to look at things differently, it says, if we have to get from here to there, why walk when we can skip or, better yet, electric slide our way over? (Yes, I went there, you know you want to… go on, it won’t hurt anything).
Dancing in general makes us laugh. I mean, what’s funnier than catching sight of yourself (or someone else, even better) gyrating to a song in a mirror or passing window? If it doesn’t make you at least grin, maybe it’s because you wish you could be that free?
Do some dancing today, mentally and physically, and laugh–not at yourself, but with yourself. I will if you will!