I have laughed like this many times in my life, but the most unfortunate three were (in chronological order): 1. In English class because of Angela Molock. Luckily I was so awesome, my teacher loved me and didnt get mad. She even asked if I needed to take a few moments outside. I declined, and spent most of the rest of class with my head under my desk in hysterics. Do you remember what we were laughing at, Ang? 2. At my grandpas viewing after he died. Totally my reaction to extreme stress. My sister Holly and I went into a cathartic laughter episode because of the lipstick they deck the dead in. 3. A dinner to bring awareness of world hunger that was hosted by my university soccer team. At one point, the lights went off and a bell began to ring symbolising a child dying of hunger. Me and fellow teammate Kelly, who is obviously a stress-laugher, too, were doing our best to hide the fact we were laughing hysterically during the lamentation of vast human suffering. The underlying similarity of all three was that hearing the other person make any noise whatsoever sent me back into another round of breathless laughing. This guy is in that same zone. Its neither the time not the place, but there you are, and you just cant stop.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 12:21:10 +0000
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