I Made A Mistake And Was Called...

Have you ever attended a place of mourning before and all that you want to do is laugh? Well, I have and it was not funny at all, I almost got myself into trouble or should I say I did get myself into trouble but God saved me. I do believe that a place of mourning should be a place where people are solemn and sad but I guess not all.

When a love one dies you know it's normal to feel all sad and teary. You will also have different people coming in from different places to console the bereaved as much as they can. On that particular day I went to pay my condolence to a friend who lost his close relative. As you might guess, I don't know who he was, I only knew my friend.

Since he was a friend, I had planned to stay with him for a long time to keep him comforted with my words. At that moment, more people kept coming in to console his mother and others that were truly hurt by the dead. And before I knew what was happening, the housemosphere changed.

I was not sure what was going on anymore because it was as if the dead has risen. All I could hear was people discussing among themselves with all seriousness of how the person's death was even good. Here in my country, when someone dies, people are more concerned to know how he or she died which is okay but when you get to find out why they are so interested in it, you will be perplexed (Most if them just want to have more stories to tell. Yes I know that because I'm part of them)

Like I was saying, I began to hear different stories from different people, even some that I knew shouldn't have a story. It was as if a lottery ticket was promised to the one that says the best death story, like WOW (my ears were entertained). Just listening to how they discussed these things so solemnly as if that was what they should be doing, I burst into laughter and immediately all eyes were on me.

Ever since I've been trying to laugh inside of me but then I can't remember exactly what someone said but I couldn't hold it any longer and that was how I laughed, damnit! Everyone kept staring at me for sometime and they went back to their discussion but the topic changed immediately. Now they were all taking about witches and wizards, I'm sure you must have guessed why.

The fact that they kept saying things that were funny as if it wasn't funny was the most annoying part for me. And I'm very sure I wasn't the only one that laughed but then it was me they saw and they quickly thought about witches and wizards. Normally it's not ideal to be found laughing at a place of mourning so I deserved that.

I'm very sure some persons would be able to relate to what I've said but it's fine if you don't, you can only understand it better if you've had similar experiences. Ever since then, I just try to avoid paying condolence visit to a place where I don't know the deceased because I won't really feel sad and I can end up laughing at anything that sounds funny.

That is all for now, please try to be careful not to laugh like I did in a place of mourning because being called a witch indirectly hurts even though I tried to act like it was nothing.

Until next time, stay AWESOME and JIGGY!!!