There should be no thoughts in Laughter

Every single incident had indeed taken place. Every single word had indeed been uttered.

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Every single choke - lumping, curdling within which seemed like huge boulders tumbling down and hitting and bouncing off the throat walls, which had been painful to contain and swallow, had indeed been the past week’s palate.

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They were served muffled with coughs caused by the non-existent sore, the kind of cough that enables you to turn away to excuse yourself each time one was coming - the painful sounding ones which may cause a tear or two, cured quickly by those gulps of water and quick wipe of the eye.

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Then there were those endless frail attempts to find humour each flailing moment.

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Every advertisement, every stupid, silly, nonsensical, sub-intelligent, meaningless sitcom, telenovela, whatever, any single thing, appearing or passing by, was made to seem funny, so that you could laugh away.

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And I laughed. And I laughed and laughed till I wasn’t sure whether I should continue to laugh or just stop.

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Never before had I had to think about laughs. About how I should be laughing, for how long, how loud, how ..no.. no one should be thinking in the midst of laughs.

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That’s the whole point of laughter.

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You’re supposed to lose yourself in such escapades. You’re supposed to let your soul flow with the direction, or rather, lack of direction, when you laugh. You’re supposed to be in fits, or lost in diminished senses during laughter.

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So it shouldn’t have mattered if the laughs were long, hard and loud laughs or smiles or snickers or whatever.. there are and should be no thoughts accompanying laughter.

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And yet, there I was, thinking of what I should do next, when, and how, during my week of laughter. I was trying to make sense of such non-sense situations I was creating.

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Which was all pure nonsense.

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Only after laughs can you try, if at all, to make sense of what you’ve been laughing at. And most times you can’t. You shouldn't.

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Laughters are not supposed to make sense. In the good sense... it's .. good non-sense for that spur of the moment, just that moment..

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That’s why a joke you laughed at, or told, shouldn’t, and perhaps, couldn’t be repeated. It wouldn’t have been as funny, it may not even be or seem funny at all to another person when you try to repeat the same.

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You might end up laughing at the joke.

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Until you realize no one else is.

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And they’re all looking at you – summing you up - as one who had just delivered a bad joke.