Hurray For Laughter!

I have no idea what topic I want to talk about, which probably means this is going to be a satisfying post for me.

The less forethought I put into what I’m going to write about, the more I feel myself smile and feel happy as I write.

Perhaps an exercise in just being present in the moment.  Not having an agenda, not having a “lesson” in mind.  I don’t know about you, but I hate being lectured.

That was the first feedback I ever received from someone about something I wrote online.  “You sound lecture-y.”  Or was it “You sound preachy”?  Either way, I was offended.  Until I reread what I wrote from that perspective . . . and then I realized . . . ugh.  I don’t even want to hear what I have to say.  That was a discussion board attempt back in 2005, so I’ve had some time to work on that.

I figure if I make my own self laugh hysterically at least once while writing a post, then I’m on the winning side of things.  Not necessarily because I think I’m hilarious (I do) but because when I’m writing, it’s like I’m sitting at a theater watching a movie.  I’m just present and watching what’s unfolding on the screen in front of me.  The words come through my fingers faster than my brain can register them (Taurus Mercury . . . with massive doses of Gemini in 2nd house ).

So sometimes I’ll be typing along and my slow ass Taurus Mercury catches up to my fingers and then out of nowhere I’m busting out laughing.  I *know* I typed it . . . but it’s like I’m reading someone else’s blog post.

You know what else happens.  I even once was purposely trying to write a down-to-earth post with no funny hahas AND thought I had succeeded . . . published it . . . went back to read it through as if I was someone else coming to my site . . . and proceeded to unexpectedly snort laugh through a great majority of it.

For some reason, no matter how I write things, whether the narrator voice in my head is being “Ophelia gone wild”, or serious and mature (Captain Picard),  or all Romeo-and-Juliet-tragic . . . when I go back and read it after it’s published . . . the narrator voice ALWAYS turns into a little kid that goes around saying, “Hey!  Hey!  Hey you know what?!  . . . “And then, and then this one time . . . ”  Every time.

Geminis.  Am I right? {looks around room bobbing head seeking validation}

Okay, even I don’t get that joke.

That’s just it.  Most of the time I have no idea why something made me laugh so hard.  I will just be innocently meandering through life’s obstacles, and then *suddenly* . . . Bwahahahahahaha.  Whew . . . oh man . . . my stomach hurts.  If I purposely try to be funny, or find something funny . . . no go.  If I try to be serious . . .  then I end up on the verge of peeing my pants.  (<— oh . . . that sounds like a Saturn in Leo/5th house topic of conversation.  No wonder my humor is off from everyone else’s.)

Here . . . I’ll give you some examples of things that have made me laugh so hard that I thought I would die . . . and people look at it and go “eh”.  They end up laughing just because I’m sitting there laughing so hysterically at something that is just so stupid.

Here’s one that still makes me laugh so hard I can’t breathe:

BrohoofOkay . . . now tell me, HOW is that *not* hilarious?!  (Don’t really tell me.  I need this.)

Okay . . . here’s another one:


Or the cake I got for my son’s 16th birthday:

Bjorn's 16th Birthday Cake

I was giggling all the way home with it.

Okay, and this one:

turtle fly

I really don’t get why this one makes me laugh so hard.  But, who cares.  It doesn’t have where it’s from, but I’m almost positive I got it from (that place is packed full of hilarious):


And this one too:


Okay, and one more “I can’t stop laughing . . . even now as I read it for the billionth time”:


LOL!  . . . whew.  Oh man. : D

Okay . . . I definitely needed that after all of those darker Pluto posts.  Hurray for laughter!  ❤