What things make life great? Let me recount to thou

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ah, laughter, the best medicine. lol.

Submitted: February 07, 2009

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What things make life great? Let me recount to thou

Janie Jameson enjoyed laughing. It seems like a silly thing to say, but really, she did enjoy it. Janie decided that she liked laughing a lot – more than being with her friends, getting an adrenaline rush (such as when you go on a rollercoaster), or even – having sex.

She loved to laugh because it was such a free thing. In doing it, Janie didn’t feel any obligations towards anyone or anything, nor did she have to be careful about it because laughing certainly couldn’t be damaging to her health. Janie could laugh at almost anything, except for other people’s misfortune, which was a definite no-no in her life.
Janie had been told from an early age that if someone was upset or crying, laughing still could not fix it. Even, her mother had told her that laughing while someone was crying seemed a bit inconsiderate. Janie didn’t understand this – she knew that even when you were sad and depressed, just forcing yourself to laugh could make yourself feel better.
Janie had learnt this on many occasions, one of which was the time when she had caught her boyfriend cheating on her. She had come out to his apartment one night when she had heard it. Her boyfriend and the sound of another woman laughing. Laughing! Without her! Angry at her betrayal, she had opened the door, discovering something even worse than what she had expected, something that Janie’s eyes, mind or heart refused to recount. Janie went home, upset, and crying. She lay on her couch and curled up into a ball, still sobbing, with the TV playing in the background.
It was at this point that Janie heard a rather funny joke on the TV, and despite her unwillingness, Janie had burst out with a startled, hiccupping laugh. Shocked, and yet pleased with the sound, she had forced herself to laugh again and again, clearly enjoying the sound and feeling that were brought with this laughter. Eventually, Janie truly was laughing – tears streaming down her face, but this time in joy, at the sheer absurdity of her situation. Janie then thought how stupid she must look, laughing on her own, after having caught her boyfriend with another woman, and a fresh wave of laughter was brought on. Janie rolled on the floor in amusement, tears streaming down her face, and eventually, gasping for breath.
Ah, the joy of laughter.
But also, sometimes, Janie found that laughter wasn’t that great. Sometimes people looked at her oddly when she laughed. They edged away from her carefully. Some people took her laughter the wrong way and then became upset with Janie.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Janie Jameson!”
How odd, she had thought, that her laughter, had induced another to anger – mottled red face, raised voice, the works.
It was even her very own laughter that had brought about the end for Jamie Jameson. Sitting in at a business meeting, Jamie had suddenly likened her overweight, red-faced boss to a walrus in a business suit, complete with his very own briefcase. This, of course, had Janie in hysterics. It was very unfortunate however, that Janie was also sucking on one of those complimentary menthol lollies that had been placed in the centre of the table. Alas, Janie was laughing, and the fresh sweet lodged itself in her throat. Her laughing soon turned into coughing, and everyone’s irritation became worry.
Did Janie usually go blue when she laughed?
Should she be coughing?
By the time anyone realized what was really happening to her, laughter had put an end to Janie Jameson’s life.


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