I love to laugh. It’s like that scene with Uncle Albert in Mary Poppins. I just want to float to the ceiling on bubbles of giggles. In most cases, this is acceptable. Laughing isn’t unusual in a “I’m at a party and my witty friend tells the most amusing joke about a priest, a rabbi and an imam in a boat” sense. My concerns about my mental health stem from the fact that some of my knee-slapping, tear-producing giggles come when I’m at home- all alone. Something strikes me as funny and as I laugh uncontrollably and I’m near the front window, a thought runs through my head, “Oh God, I hope no one can see me. What would they think ?”
I don’t have a million cats but I know there are other ways to become the crazy lady on the block. I’m pretty sure this laughing thing could be one of those ways. You don’t see a lot of movies with scenes about people just laughing out loud, in their houses-alone. And that of course means it’s not normal. Everything in the movies is true, right? There’s cause for another post.
As I said, I can’t help it, I just love to laugh. It was easy to laugh appropriately before this whole empty nest thing. I wasn’t home alone as often and the house was full of humor. Along with my husband, I’m blessed with three of the funniest kids you’ll ever meet. That’s right, the cat’s out of the bag. My kids are side-splitting hilarious. They still have those sharp minds that you have in your teens and early twenties and they know the perfect humorous responses to evoke a cheek dampening laugh from mom. I especially like the inside family jokes that you only get from years of living together. I guess while they’re home for Thanksgiving, I could padlock them in the basement so they could never leave. I would only provide food in exchange for a hearty laugh. Where is that toolbox? Okay, too much crazy. This goes way beyond laughing out loud while alone in your house. Don’t worry kids I’m putting the padlocks and toolbox away. You’re safe to come home.
And to be perfectly honest, I was laughing out loud alone in my house even when my kids lived here.
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“You don’t see a lot of movies with scenes about people just laughing out loud, in their houses-alone. And that of course means it’s not normal.” I was laughing out loud when I read this – hopefully nobody noticed.
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Lately I laugh most when I’m reading blogs. You are contributing to my craziness. Thanks for that.
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Our college kid is a laugh a minute kind of gal and like yours, our home is full of laughter and inside jokes. I can’t imagine a life of seriousness.
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We were tired and simpled out when we got to Houston for Christmas. It was a family laugh fest.
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“I don’t have a million cats but I know there are other ways to become the crazy lady on the block.”
Hilarious post, young lady!
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I was sitting cross-legged on the couch and my legs cramped when I got up to go find my bifocals. Bless you for the ‘young lady. Thanks for taking a minute to read my craziness.
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I get a good laugh each time I read your blog so I guess you are an enabler of my crazy condition!! Thanks for reading my blog.
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Laugh as much as possible. Just try to keep the cat population down.
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Laughing people probably live longer(so that’s the last laugh?)….more oxygen gets in, more beneficial chemistry created in the body, and there’s probably lots other good things laughter does (like keeps away frown lines) – besides it’s fun. Enjoyed touring your blog. Keep giggling – I mean writing!
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Thank you for your comment. That’s good to know. I will do my part and try not to fall down the stairs while laughing and blow the whole ‘living long’ thing! Thanks again.
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alone in the house?…oh yes…and in the supermarket, post office queue, car, train…it just kinda bubbles up…love it!
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They only place it ever got me in trouble was in church as a child. My sister had the ability to bring me to uncontrollable giggles at the most inopportune times.
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You’re not alone. I mean, you might be alone in the house, but you’re not alone in the laughing alone in the house category. In fact, I’m doing it right now!
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Confidentially, I thing we are really the sane ones!
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