According to a scrap of paper in my file drawer, the title quote is attributed to Carol Burnett. The Carol Burnett Show was a dorm room entertainment staple for a while in college, and it never failed to cheer me up. Tim Conway‘s comedic genius and Harvey Korman stifling laughter are timeless good fun. Carol as Scarlett O’Hara decked out in curtain rod shoulder pads and green drapes is a scene I still remember with a chuckle.
There’s something liberating about giggling over the stuff that once made me shudder.
Like the time I had my sister give me a “body perm” to give some life to my stubbornly straight hair. It looked like fuzzy duck down. My friend (who will remain nameless so as not to involve her in my embarrassment) came over, took one look at my hair as I opened the front door, and laughed so hard she wet her pants on the porch. Most unfortunate. Thankfully, perms grow out.
Like the time we planned a January sledding party for our young son and a dozen or so of his friends. The sledding hills were generously covered with fluffy snow…until it all melted two days before the party. With no time to arrange a “plan B” we painted sweatshirts in the basement. Disastrous. And now solidly in the category of “no big deal.”
Like the time I was performing on the football field as a member of the first flag team in our high school. My friends convinced me to try out. I made the squad and they didn’t. I wanted to quit, but that’s another story. My flag got all bunched up on the top of my pole and I was forced to wave my essentially flagless pole while trying unsuccessfully to un-bunch the dumb thing. Embarrassing. No one remembers, I’m sure, except me…and certain members of my family who take great delight in imitating my performance just to make sure I don’t forget.
Like the Chicago Cubs. (I can say that because I’m a Cubs fan. Hope does, in fact, spring eternal.)
Without minimizing genuine tragedy, for some tragedies are never comical – ever, let’s pretend we’re back in high school or college cringing over our temporarily tragic embarrassments. Bad dates? Bad hair? (I’ve had plenty of both.) Bad shoulder pads? Anyone want to share some laughs over the stuff we used to cry about? I’ll bet you have some very funny stories.
Let’s hear them! Please only share your own embarrassing moments, for we don’t want to create another cringe moment for someone else.
“A cheerful heart is good medicine…” Proverbs 17:22