firegirl789Though not as great as you think
Sometimes, I have hysterics. That is all I can think of to call them. Someone will say something I think is mildly funny, funny enough to belly laugh, and I will start laughing…and laughing…and laughing. I can’t stop. I will laugh so hard I fall to my knees and have to curl up to keep my body from spasming. It happens often enough that my friends don’t have panic attacks anymore, they just get a bucket in case I throw up from laughing, coughing, and sucking in air so hard. And you know what? No matter how horribly creepy this sounds, everytime I do it, I think it is hilarious.
It takes something to set me off, but once I go people simply asking me “What is so funny?” will keep me going. I went a couple of months without doing this, then the other day I thought, “Gosh, I would love to have a good hard laugh.” Not even thinking of how I freak out, just thinking maybe I should watch a Jim Carrey movie, and two days later there I am over the sink heaving and laughing ‘till I nearly pass out.
I think, perhaps, this is the equivilent of a crying jag. I used to have those now that I think about it. It would just hit me, if you are a lady you know what I am talking about. Lifes’ stresses start to get to you, and you just bawl, and then the world is better. But I don’t think I have had a crying jag in years. Not since I started laughing. And I can laugh in public and make other people laugh (at me, mostly, but whatever) The more I think about it, the better I like this laughing rather than crying. No one ever tries to coddle me when I don’t really want to be coddled, or comfort me when I just want to be left alone. They just offer me ice water for my throat. Yep, life is good when you are a hysterical laugher! 5 years ago
