I have an unfortunate habit of laughing when things go wrong.
It’s not like I try and make bad things happen, but my natural stress response is to laugh.
Once upon a time, I may or may not have dropped a lit candle down the back of a piano. I ended up gasping on the floor with tears streaming down my face over that one.
My husband got horrible food poisoning while out with our friends. They were all worried as he hurled on the side of the road. I was laughing my butt off. While rubbing my husband’s back, of course.
Ice cream goes splat, I laugh. Wine on the floor, I laugh.
I don’t know why, it’s just the way I am.
There was an unfortunate…incident during a show where a light may have caught a little on fire while shattering its own glass. Everyone else danced on, trying to hide the fear on their faces. I spent the next thirty seconds cackling. Seeing the light go boom was very stressful. I couldn’t help it.
I don’t want you to think I’m not a caring person or that I want people to face plant, miss an entrance, accidentally throw a prop into the audience, or otherwise flub at life. I’ll totally haul you up off the ground while laughing.
But laugh I will.
Think of it as blushing, just louder.