How a bird pooped on my head and it changed my life

I have noticed how most people are probably the same now as they were when they were five. Or maybe three. When I was a kid apparently I would always scream and nothing would stop me. Spanking, yelling, reasoning with me all had no effect. So my mom would have to throw me in a cold shower so I would stop freaking out about whatever it was I was screaming about and would instead start yelling "my clothes are all wet!" It was the only thing that worked.

Yesterday something similar happened. I was preoccupied with myself and my own problems and feeling down, and after work had to rush off to institute, wearing my nice work clothes and everything. On my way there, I feel this stuff drop on my head and my arm and my shirt and I think "it's not raining..." And then I realize that a bird had just pooped all over me! So I had to run back home and try to get the stuff out of my hair because I didn't have time to shower and I couldn't be late because I just got called as the "Institute co-chair" in my ward. Anyway - it worked out okay except for I was sitting in Institute thinking about how there was bird poop in my hair and it was DISGUSTING! But somehow, the encounter made me happier than I'd felt in weeks! Because it was just so gross and so funny and I thought "why do I take life so seriously sometimes?" Or maybe it just distracted me enough so my focus shifted from myself feeling down to myself needing to get this nasty stuff out of my hair!! I have not changed since I was three.