He was still in his pajamas (I’m not even lying).1
He hadn’t yet combed his hair. He was sucking back coffee in the car on the way there. He didn’t have his water bottle. He had forgotten it. But he didn’t even realize that yet.
He was still waking up.
I, on the other hand, was a whole different story.
I drank no coffee, but pre-hydrated with lemon water, and I did everything else right (as usual). My pre-stretching routine began precisely fifteen minutes before we arrived. The checklist of items to be completed the night before was all checked off with my tidy little tick marks. My kale and mango smoothie was waiting for me in the fridge for a quick after-exercise snack. My day’s clothes were laid out and waiting, so I could make a fast transition from caterpillar to butterfly, as my husband said.
(Wait – what DOES that mean?! Caterpillar?! Now I’ll have to be mad at him to establish the power balance in the correct ratio!)
But we’re not talking about that.
We’re talking about people laughing at you. And by laughing at you, I literally mean “you” or “my friend” and definitely not “me”. Wanted to be very clear about that.
And now: the person to laugh at. My friend – we’ll call him Jim.2
He forgot his rain jacket, and we had to park away from the gym. So it was pretty rough that five minutes ago, he was asleep, and then he’s standing outside in the rain in his pajamas, waiting for the gym to open, and trying to slug back enough coffee not to accidentally murder those standing around us.
However, in six months, when he can do the fireman carry, which scientists have proven is directly correlated to overall well-being, and they can’t then who’s laughing now?
Or when he’s in a rocking chair, but he had two more years of being able to move a suitcase and put it in the overhead bin on a plane, and to stay in his own home longer (Yes, the goal as we age is to delay old folks’ homes); then who’s laughing now?
When we’re sitting next to each other in rocking chairs, but we’ve got one more year living at home because we worked out at the gym every morning for ten years, who’s laughing now?
Somehow, I’m already anticipating laughing at little (older) men and ladies in rocking chairs. How did I end up there? Well, let’s not think too much about the ethics of all of this or your maturity level to take this approach.
The point is, LET THEM LAUGH!
GO AHEAD! Show up at the gym in your pajamas with unkempt hair and having forgotten your water bottle! Let them laugh!
But when the rocking chairs come out, baby, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
My husband and I will laugh at you.
Guaranteed.
(Unless you, too, are willing to be laughed at with us now!)
Come on! Join a gym! Let them laugh at you!
And while you’re at it, there are other ways to be laughed at with similar benefits in later years:
Ask the hard questions you have about God.
Even though you assume NO ONE EXCEPT YOU has ever thought deeply about these issues, such as:
- How can there just be only ONE true religion?
- How could a good God allow suffering?
- How can a loving God send people to hell?
You’ll realize that multiple groups of people have completed their PhDs on every one of your questions3, and there is probably a bit more to think about with each of these topics than you may have realized at first glance, which will make you feel stupid.
But remember what we learned!
Feel stupid now so you won’t feel QUITE as stupid later!
Be willing to look like an idiot now so you won’t look so stupid when you stand before God naked and without cultural gold stars after you die!
God is SO pleased that you are TRYING.
He’s holding out his arms and waiting for you.
(And He won’t even laugh at your mistakes, like I will!4)
Photo Credit – This photo is from Unsplash, but I couldn’t find the exact link at the moment. (I AM very organized of course! Read the FIRST BIT of this article to prove that!)
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1 To his credit, his pajamas looked a bit like sweatpants, but that ruins the point of this article if I point out EVERY detail like that! Also, he had his gym shorts on under his pajamas, but I didn’t notice that at first, so that doesn’t count.
2 (Because my husband was starting to go to the gym that day, so that’s why I called my husband “Jim”.)
3 For answers to 99.01% of modern people’s questions about God, try Tim Keller’s Reason for God. Every question listed here is discussed with unusual frankness and a disproportionate amount of depth of insight in this book, for example.
4 Don’t take it personally. Life is more fun when we laugh at ourselves and others. (Yes, at you, too). You’re welcome! Good luck!
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