…Or ‘Lol’ as it is evolving into!
What a great way to feel better! Laughter helps with any situation, at any time, if even for the shortest of instants. Life is too short to be serious all of the time, and I deliberately go out of my way to make my life as un-serious as possible. Not that I make myself into a joke or anything – but maybe I do. It doesn’t matter anyway (this comes back to the opinion thing; what anyone thinks is only their opinion, and it isn’t personal to me)!
I love lolling around, I really do! OK, this isn’t exactly the correct use of the term, but I love lolling and laughing out loud. Sometimes, I even do both together – now there’s a special treat to try! Lounge around watching a really funny movie – feel good on two levels! It really is amazing – and good exercise for the stomach muscles too. That ache you feel after laughing uncontrollably isn’t a bad thing – it’s just your body’s way of saying those muscles aren’t used very much – get more practice in!
I love it when I’m involved in one of those contagious bouts of uncontrollable laughter that stem from the most trivial – and perhaps not even remotely funny – event. Something sets someone off laughing, someone else can’t help but join in, and before you know it, you too are clutching your stomach shouting “Stop! Stop! I can’t take anymore!” but secretly hoping it will continue because it feels good. You are connected to everyone else in that moment.
I remember several years ago, I visited a pub with my brother and two friends. It was a Sunday night, and it was very quiet. We got a table on the balcony area of the pub, and there were only five others in there – one girl working behind the bar, a couple stood at the bar, and another couple sat in the other corner on the balcony, under the television. I mistakenly named a song ‘The ballad of Michael Caine’ rather than the correct title of ‘The ballad of Tom Jones’ (by Space featuring Cerys Matthews), and one of the others came up with the line “Don’t throw those bloody spears at me, boyo!”… and that was all it took. I laughed. More a kind of a random high squeal was coming out than a laugh sound, but I glanced to the person who had said the boyo line and he was slumped forward, his shoulders shaking back and forth uncontrollably. That was how he laughed. His laugh made me laugh. And my squeal made him laugh. We were feeding each other. I remember the couple under the TV saying something like “Someone needs to grow up”, but unfortunately that was the wrong thing to say. They made me laugh more. My brother and our other friend who were watching on in a kind of stunned silence crumbled – tears streaming down their faces. And, yes… they made me laugh even more. So now, I was squealing, one friend was shaking, and the other two were crying with laughter. As I came up for air, the girl who was on the bar was on the balcony collecting glasses. Well, she should have been… she was lying across one of the sofas, on her back, mouth wide open and laughing. The couple under the TV had now joined in too – and so had the couple at the bar. Everyone in the place was in fits of laughter. Ooh, that hurt. But what a night!
Whenever we meet up, we very often refer to ‘laughing Sunday’ as we called it.
It probably reads as though it is one of those events that you had to be there to experience it fully, but it was fun! I’d recommend it to anyone!
I also like it when I get a fit of the giggles in places where I shouldn’t. You know that you shouldn’t be laughing, but as hard as you try to keep it in, it just bursts out! I was at the cinema one night (again with my brother), unfortunately I don’t remember the movie, but before the movie began a girl tripped over the arm of the aisle chair in the row in front of us and stumbled into her seat. Her stumble was a classic comedy trip, she even laughed herself, but being polite, I tried not to laugh. In the corner of my eye, my brother was also trying not to laugh, but at the time I glanced toward him, he glanced toward me at the same time… and we laughed. He had to go outside into the corridor to gain his composure. Goodness knows how the girl felt in the row in front, but I’m sure she was laughing too. We weren’t laughing at her, I hasten to add – it was just unfortunate that she was involved in the situation we both found hilarious.
Like I say, I love a good laugh. It is definitely recommended to bring on better feelings! Lol!