FUNNY THINGS

Imperfection in this gift of life is inevitable. There were circumstances where in we get disappointed with ourselves, or feel like we want to be invisible in a glimpse on that moment of embarrassment. Negative points of view arise on individual's psyche whenever we experience something we wish we had never participated at. However, if we look at the positive point of view, and look back on those experiences of embarrassment, you'll discover that such things can just be something you can laugh at. Yes, it feels good to make fun of ourselves most of the time, and accept that we are never perfect.

In my 22 years of being human, interacting in this world of hives, I have gone through several laughable experiences. The last incident that marked on my mind happened way back on my last year in College. The school year was nearly ending, and graduation was nearly approaching. Everyone were busy furnishing their requirements, and apparently, I was one of them. Me and my friend went our way to the laboratory building where the graduation pictures could be checked for their availability. We were so excited of how we would appear on the newly developed photographs, so we were rushing on our way to be able to avoid the crowded space on the area. There were lots of activities being held on the laboratory, the weather was moisturizing our skin profusely. I was really weak when it comes to that, and my stomach is crying at the same time giving me the perception that I will faint at any minute. When it's our turn to be served, we were not really surprised to hear that our photographs were not yet released. We just had the thought, that maybe that time we could have been more lucky, and maybe our school officials might have had formulated a better plan as of the last year of my school year on the University. As we exit the room, we walked past the crowded students by the hallway, while busy chatting and criticizing the seemingly snobbish guy who entertained us just a minute ago. My legs were feeling some aching sensation of the long walking, standing and waiting we have been doing. We took the stairs, and the first step was a success, and so was the second and third. As I took the fourth step, I just slid down in an instant, while my brain was vibrating aggressively, until I was oriented back to reality finding myself seated inappropriately with my white uniform at the last two steps of the short wooden stairway. The first thing I did as I recuperated from the fall was to laugh my lungs out jamming with my friend feeling so high beside me, releasing as much endorphins as I could. The moment I sensed other sounds aside from ours, I instinctively turned my eyes towards the directions of the students lined up on the hallway just before the stairway, and composed my muscles to help me stood up as my friend assisted me. While I scrutinized their faces, I had gathered the reaction of shock printed on their faces. It was really weird because I expect that they would laugh harder than I did to myself. Gladly, I thank myself that I have stored strength to laugh at myself readily on such an incident. At least, shame did not run through my veins at that funny moment of my life. That particular area on the University was something that I can never forget, for the incident kept recurring on my mind.

Speaking of this secluded area at one corner of the University, I actually had another scene that took place right there by the laboratory, but this time, not on the stairs, and neither did it cause me pain. On this scenario, it was my savior. This incident was more remote, I was on my second year then. I had chosen to enroll on a swimming lesson on that semester for my Physical Education. The pool was located just beside my favorite laboratory building. Time was running late for me as always, so I hurried on my way to the canteen to pay for my ticket to use the swimming pool. Weird right?Yes, we still have to pay for it on some amount. Accidentally, I had a glimpse of a friend so I walked forward to approach her. She started the greeting, reporting to me that my admirer has flowers on his back pack. I felt a sort of disgust on my nerves as I interpret the information that he will hand it to me, while laughing at the probability of the situation. The swimming lesson was terrible with the rain showering us. I could hardly concentrate, adding my awareness that he was observing me the whole time, and formulating his plan of his flowers. I run to the shower room at the very moment that I got out of the pool. My level of confidence of exposing much of my skin is fairly weak. I had spent almost thirty minutes inside the shower room, while secretly checking outside if he was still there. His appearance never fades each time I peeped by the door, and I preferred not to leave the secluded area even when everyone was almost done. After many failures, I caught him not facing towards the door, so I took the chance to sneak out and ran with all my stored energy, finding the safest place to turn. I immediately secured myself on the ladies comfort room on the laboratory building. It took me twenty minutes before I had managed to gain composure and leave the building safely. After the last class, I was ready to engage on the last challenge of that exhausting day, that was to surpass that guy and leave the University without sweating on entertaining him on the most courteous way I can.Unfortunately, my plan was disrupted, and I had no power to turn him down as he caught me stepping out of the room. The moment I heard my name being articulated by someone I had been getting rid of, I felt like I was lost in a grave battle. I accepted the flower wearing the most pretentious smile. The moment he lost sight of me, I threw the the flowers that were ready to give up after a long wait on the very first trash can that my eyes caught. It was so mean of me, I admit it. But still, I felt success soothed my soul.

Some things that had happened to us were not appealing enough for our taste. However, in some way or another, it may turn out that we can still put ourselves on the leading role of our stories. Such funny experiences were a remembrance of life, things that we can freely reminisce and make us feel high-spirited again and again and again.