You know what they say – “If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all”. And in the general scheme of things, I’d dare say I’ve been pretty great with that, tbh.
Whenever I’m tempted to let someone have it, I laugh it off instead. Or I’ll smile. Or giggle (I do this when I’m really mad, I noticed). But most often than not, it’s because I’m genuinely happy.
But as it happens, I’ve been told many a time – both directly or indirectly (mostly indirectly, because people are cowards, unfortunately) that I should laugh less, smile less, giggle less. Because of course, “people” pay all my bills and as such, assume it’s their place to tell me how to live my life. I wonder – would they rather I give them a piece of my mind and tell em what I’m really thinking? Or would they prefer that I actually give two hoots about their feelings and be nice instead? Or is being happy a crime now?
It’s pretty sad actually. That people have time to mull and complain about something as inconsequential as someone laughing. And giggling. And smiling. There are more important things that require our energy – how about you use it to show others love and compassion? How about you use it to do your part in eradicating poverty? The list is endless. And I’d be more than happy to take time off my busy, yet fulfilling life to offer up suggestions as to how you could successfully utilise that energy. Or where you can shove it 😉
Yes I laugh, giggle and smile a lot. So what? I’m not hurting anyone. Positivity can be infectious, and at least I’m doing my part to help spread it rather than spread doom and gloom like you. While you bring your negative energy to the table, I bring positive vibes. So while you’re consumed and blinded by your holier-than-thou attitude, let me relish in own happiness and look on the bright side where it’s all sunshine and unicorns and flowers.
Which brings me to life lesson #223: one can NEVER please anyone. It would be stupid to try.
So laugh as much as you want. Smile nonstop. Eat that bag of chips you’ve been wanting to eat. Devour the bar of chocolate you’ve been craving. Talk a mile a minute. In fact, do whatever the hell you want. Because life’s too short to live your life afraid of being judged. Trust me, the very same people who seem to have a gazillion opinions about your life will be the very last people to reach out to you when you’re down in the dumps.
Live and let live. It’s that simple.