I’ve been in my fictional worlds lately. It’s time to pop my head out and say something from the laundry room, but I need the help of a random word. Let’s see…
Today’s post is brought to you by the letters L, A, U, G, and H.
A laugh really shows a person unlike anything else, except for maybe crying, but people don’t do that around others a lot. It’s hard to hold up the masks we wear, be an adult, mature or sophisticated, when laughter hits. Smiling is one thing, that can be done in a polite, often phony, way, but a laugh, a genuine laugh, undoes all the crap we carry around.
Maybe that’s why we usually laugh among friends, or in the darkness of a bar, or a theatre. Could be the reason we turn to look when someone’s booming cackle breaks the hum of conversation in a restaurant. The laugh is a reveal. A person saying, “I can’t keep in any more, here comes my silly.”
People fall in love over laughter, break the silence, and often they hang on because of it. There’s nervous laughter, annoying laughter, sinister and sexy laughs, giggles, even knee slapping. I really like a laugh that incorporates some type of spitting liquid or even milk in the nose. The held back laugh that busts free. Yes!
Not a fan of the coughing laugh though because that shifts the laugh from raucous to worry, even if it’s just for a minute. Coughing squashes the laugh vibe.
Laughing makes us real, tears in the eyes, belly holding real, and I love it. There are so few opportunities to throw our heads back, snort, jiggle and connect. I can not image dealing with “things” and not having laughter. The DMV, job interviews, bad dates, marriage, family drama, looking at yourself in skinny jeans, just wouldn’t be the same without a good solid laugh.
It’s essential. Taking it if I can only have a few things on a deserted island, essential. Watching someone laugh, laughing with them, is childlike and hard to fake. I can’t always tell if a person is a phony, but a fake laugh is a glaring, awkward, eyebrow raise.
Nothing worse than people trying to fake real. It’s like watching someone that holds in her sneezes. That weird high pitched, pinched, sound where you just want to say, “Sneeze for Christsake!”
My thoughts from the laundry room. Funny Dreams.