There’s a little part of your brain called the reticular activating system (ARAS) which acts as a filter for finding funny!
When you make finding humor intentional, your brain will start showing you things you’ve found amusing in the past.
It’s kind of like the internet!
Have you ever been shopping for something on the internet? Let’s say some shoes.
You do your research and think about buying them. Then decide, well…I really don’t have the cash flow right now; I think I’ll hold off.
Then you close the page and go to one of your favorite news websites…
BOOM! There’s an ad with those shoes staring right at you!
That’s kind of what the reticular activating system is doing for your brain. Oh, you found something funny over here, well check this out!
The key is to be intentional!
If you set your intention on seeing more humor, your reticular activating system will show it to you more often!
Pretty cool if you ask me!
Flying can be stressful any time of the year, but the holiday season can be especially nerve-wracking: Fretful flights. Cranky crews. Pissy passengers. Instead of instructing people to buckle their seatbelt, flight attendants might be better served to have people fasten their straight jackets! If only there was a way to deal with the strain…
But wait—Popeyes Chicken comes to the rescue! Many passengers traveling through the Philadelphia International Airport during Christmas week 2018 skipped the Philly Cheesesteaks and grabbed a to-go box that also served as an Emotional Support Chicken. Yes, I said, “Emotional. Support. Chicken.”
These chickens don’t bite, they’re TSA-friendly, and they’re “cheap” comfort food. (Sorry, I just can’t resist a good chicken pun.)
Popeyes Chicken thought this emotional support animal wouldn’t ruffle any feathers…but they were wrong. PETA and its supporters squawked that this...
It was a dark and stormy night…(really) and I was waiting to board a flight along with around 200 fellow passengers. We were already delayed an hour and a half and the mood was as dark inside the terminal as it was outside.
We were finally cleared to board, and folks—while anxious about the delay—were relieved to finally be moving out of the gate area and onto the plane. The flight attendant sprinted through her safety routine while I and others nervously calculated if there was any way we were going to make our connections. We rolled onto the tarmac and the pilot announced we were #17 in the lineup—seems there were a LOT of folks trying to get-the-heck-out-of-Dodge that night.
Slowly we taxied closer to the runway. #15…#12…#8—the pilot periodically would announce our progress. But the next time we heard his voice, it was anything but progress.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. While we were waiting for...