Laughing Out Loud
Few days ago I was standing on a street crossing, waiting for a traffic light. An old joke popped to my mind and wanted to get out through the smile. We’ve all been there. Trying to stop ourselves from smiling or even laughing for no obvious reason in the public place. Sometimes we succeed.
This time, I didn’t. It simply burst out before I managed to regain my coolness back.
There was a guy nearby, standing on the same traffic light, middle age, all serious and normal. You should’ve seen the expression on his face. Like I’m a lunatic. Seeing his face made another wave of laugh that wanted to get out, but since that moment I got a bit of control over my face back so it turned out into one of those heavily-trying-not-to-explode expressions. So another (third!) wave came asking for even more effort from my side. I could easily die on the street if the light didn’t turned green.
Luckily, it did. I stepped on the zebra and went my way carrying my lunatic inner battle with me. You can bet that I did it faster than that guy, saving us both from continuing the weird scene.
But now, I can’t help myself from thinking why I did all that. I mean, why I even tried to stop my first laughing. We all have… OK, many of us have inner train of thoughts that here and there leads to something funny. And when funny comes, we laugh. And even if I was the only person in the world with jokes popping inside the head out of nowhere… Well, shame on you. I’m the one having fun.
After all, who entitled all that stiff and boring people to regulate the public manners?
I guess, it will take a bit of practice to free my spontaneous laughs. But it’s manageable. With a bit more practice, I’ll free my urge to dance on the street as well.