Everyone has one. It's as individual as a fingerprint. The kind of thing you kinda don't want anyone to know about, but once they do -- there's no escaping it.
It can be a source of embarrassment sometimes I suppose, but there's really nothing in this world more beautiful than laughter, especially from the ones you love. Because the giggles you share with those people almost always come from a place of purity. Not that people don't try to be cruel about it (because they certainly do), but that hearing your closest friends laugh is almost always an instant glimpse into exactly what you love about them the most.
My mother used to reach a point where she'd have to take off her glasses and dab the tears out of her eyes, try to regain her composure only to sputter out into full hysterics a second time even as she tried to cover her mouth to hide it. J always ended up kind spinning around and giggling while shakeing her hand as if to call for help as she reaches that place where it's hard to breathe.. and if something's really funny she'll occasionally snort (which might not sound like it, but is incredibly sexy). I have another friend who will actually stand up and walk away from the funny situation, trying like crazy not to lose her composure despite the fact that she's laughing at full volume.
There are a lot of things in this world that are funny, but depending on who you are the reactions can range from the quietest snicker to the kind of blaring outburst that makes everyone else in the restaurant drop their forks while they try to turn around and see what's going on.It's your over the line, can't make it stop -- hysterical laugh.
It can be a source of embarrassment sometimes I suppose, but there's really nothing in this world more beautiful than laughter, especially from the ones you love. Because the giggles you share with those people almost always come from a place of purity. Not that people don't try to be cruel about it (because they certainly do), but that hearing your closest friends laugh is almost always an instant glimpse into exactly what you love about them the most.
Because whether you've fallen out of the bed, admitted to stealing the man's Apple Jacks, become the victim of an unexpected pinch on the ass in a crowded Blockbuster, tried to jump a fence that led to the shortcut to the Downunder only to get stuck by your pants at the top, decide after a long night of red wine and second-hand hanging out with hippies that attempting to drive through a Sonic drive-thru at full-speed would be the quickest method to acquiring a chili dog, or unknowingly swallow half the contents of an ink pen you were chewing/sucking on out of boredom during Mrs. Prime's eight grade math class and then having to try to explain to her just why it is that you need a hall pass -- when the little chuckles coming at you are from voices you recognize and adore, somehow you know even if the story's going to be embarrassing to hear for the next two decades or so that it's (in it's own way) a term of endearment.Even when they're laughing at you.
But when you cross that line from just having a little laugh to full-on, milk-coming-out-of-your-nose hyperventilation giggles everyone's in on the joke.Inside jokes are the secret decoder rings of friendship.
My mother used to reach a point where she'd have to take off her glasses and dab the tears out of her eyes, try to regain her composure only to sputter out into full hysterics a second time even as she tried to cover her mouth to hide it. J always ended up kind spinning around and giggling while shakeing her hand as if to call for help as she reaches that place where it's hard to breathe.. and if something's really funny she'll occasionally snort (which might not sound like it, but is incredibly sexy). I have another friend who will actually stand up and walk away from the funny situation, trying like crazy not to lose her composure despite the fact that she's laughing at full volume.
But above all of these is my boy James, who once he reaches that place becomes a teary-eyed, has to sit down to hold his stomach because the giggles are almost becoming painful, heaving for breath and doing his best not to pass out, then calming down to a silent peaceful place -- only to be shredded into high-pitched laughter as the moment replays itself over and over in his mind.I myself find my voice jumping a couple of octaves until I'm whooping like an
over-sized bird caught in an deathgrip followed by fits of coughing for breath.
Which if you live anywhere near Brooklyn, New
York is the sound you should be hearing in 3, ..2, ..
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