You know that guy who laughs just a little too hard and it echoes through halls and buildings, seeming to come from everywhere? Yeah, that’s me. And every now and then when something really gets me going, I start having problems breathing, which morphs the sound from an almost animalistic howling to a practically-wheezing-in-suffocation-but-unable-to-stop laughing squeal.
It starts with a grin spreading from ear to ear, then before you know it, the laughter starts to spill over my lips. Not to sound like a braggart, but my laugh is more than just a chuckle or chortle; in truth, the word “guffaw” doesn’t even cover it. I’ll admit to this brief bit of insanity, just one of those internal binary oppositions that we all have and struggle with because we’re a complex species. I love laughing, but I don’t like my laugh.
Earlier today, this laughter stopped the whole office for a brief minute. I’m not exactly proud, but it’s the truth. Emeric showed me an excerpt of what he’s currently working on (which happens to be quite hysterical by the way), and I just couldn’t help it. I laughed so hard I think our neighbors were hearing it, meanwhile everyone got up and rushed over, firstly to check that I could still breathe and secondly to find out what was so dang funny!
I love to laugh. Were I able to choose to laugh differently, I’m not sure I would, for even if I get embarrassed, it is apparently highly infectious, and truthfully if there was one thing I could give the world, it’d be a good laugh.
In fact, one of the reasons why I personally love Smile TV is that laughter is the most regular interpersonal exchange among all of us in the office. Now I’m sure that some time in the near future, there will be some “Behind the Scenes” type video that will contain my laugh, which I have been warned, could potentially spread through the interwebs like a plague of giggles. So if anything, it’s been an adventure for everyone listening to my laugh, which I guess is kind of the point.