Well there is young,and there is infantile- . ;I don’t mind which.
Having a laugh is good for us , I was always the daft one at school.
To some extent it comes from not quite fitting in, I was a Manchester child uprooted to rural Shropshire ,then aged eight I returned to Manchester,the children at my new school already had firm friendships ,I had an unusual,soft accent and I wanted to fit in .
So I was funny ,and I became popular.
So at Grammar School,College and Schools where I worked.
I can usually see something funny in things , and that developed more when the Head Teacher at the first school I worked at after returning to the UK
had a similar sense of humour.
We bounced off each other.
The school really rang with laughter,mostly the Head.
And his Deputy Head was the same.
One of the things that got me the job apart from qualifications etc was a quip I made prior to the final interview.
We all had a laugh,I felt at ease and that was that.
I worked there for 23 years.
So I suppose acting daft and seeing the funny side is beneficial, people speak to you ,they may not know your name but will remember what you said about certain things.If you have not exchanged a few words with anyone ,because you live alone, some banter in the street is a Tonic .
All the thirteen years of dog walking every afternoon without fail, with similar people ,it was almost two and a half hours of laughter .
We had concerts on the bandstand , jokes , etc .
It is easier to be daft than miserable.
Well I find it so.
There are some very clever,very witty people on RootsChat,I don’t use any other social outlet ,just the phone and letters.
I have to watch myself though,or I will become addicted !
Cheerio folk, kind wishes to you all and hopes we all get through this safely.
Viktoria.