"Laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can."
“Laugh at yourself and at life. Not in the spirit of derision or whining self-pity, but as a remedy, a miracle drug, that will ease your pain, cure your depression, and help you to put in perspective that seemingly terrible defeat and worry with laughter at your predicaments, thus freeing your mind to think clearly toward the solution that is certain to come. Never take yourself too seriously.”
You have to learn to laugh at yourself...from a young age, my nickname was Spaz, and indeed it was fitting. I had more energy than I knew what to do with, and still do at times...
Here is a story for you, all too comical. I was a freshmen in high school, first few weeks of school, just trying to fit in. I had PE in the morning, annoying for most girls, but I could really care less. Not like I spent hours on my hair/makeup in the morning. Once we had run our mile, and done the sport for that given week, we were free to go change out of our PE uniforms and get back into our regular clothes. Again, I am low maintenance, so I was often first one out of the locker room, free to stand outside, waiting for the bell to ring. I live in the Bay Area, not too far from the Ocean, therefore, we have an abundance of seagulls most days. They are smart to swarm the school, during brunch and lunch hours, feasting on a bunch of messy high schoolers food. Well, on this given day, as I stood outside the locker room, I peered up, at a flock of seagulls, and before I knew it, SPLAT...RIGHT INTO MY EYE...THAT LITTLE $HIT OF A BIRD, DEFECATED IN MY EYEBALL! Of course, by this time, what felt like the entire school, had been waiting outside to go to there next class, and served as eye witnesses to this horrible event. The laughs rang out, and I quickly wiped my eye and stood in dismay. It was a rain drop right? Um, definitely not seeing as it was September. I quickly became "The Freshmen that got shit on." My eye definitely was infected for about a week, adding to my embarrassment. In all honesty though, this may have ruined some freshmen, but I learned from a young age to laugh at myself. The story is still brought up, especially by my high school soccer coaches. When I went back to my alma mateur to coach this past winter, Larry, of course had to tell the story to the entire Varsity squad, just to get a big chuckle out of the group and to get me red with embarrassment.