Plinky would like to know when was the last time I had a real deep crying from laughing belly laugh.
When I tried think about it, another question popped up, that was what would make me laugh such a way.
It would be something that I find rib tickling belly crunching laughter in the company of a friend may elicit a polite laughter with another group, to the extent of skepticism. Too?
Among those whom I like or admire I can find no common denominator but among people I love, all of them make me laugh.
No I stand corrected…
They are people in front of whom I have the comfort of laughing. Like Charles Lamb put it “Tis, the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense and have the nonsense respected.”
Imagine, when the imp in you has acted, and there is this little giggle of evil satisfaction, that you are suppressing, and suddenly you realize there is no need to suppress it, and laugh out loud, a wicked laugh isn’t that a privilege and an honor given by the friend in her listening and acceptance.
But when we are in front of an audience and we make them laugh at a new idea, we are guiding the whole being for a minute. For that moment of laughter is a zen moment, when the listeners defences are down and everyone is more of himself/herself when he/she really laughs. Thais when people become open, completely themselves when the message hits the brain and the laugh begins. That’s when new ideas can be implanted. If a new idea is implanted it has a chance to grow.
Like Bram Stoker says in, Dracula, “It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries and woes and troubles. And when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the church yard, and tears that burn as they fall all dance together to the music that he make with that smiles mouth of him.
Ah! We men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break , but King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labour what it might be. ”