I’m a laugher. I love being doubled over in the side-splitting pain and ecstasy of a phenomenal laugh. It’s like a drug for me, and I’m definitely addicted.
When laughter sends tears from your eyes, and threatens to make you pee your pants that’s when you know it’s touched your soul, and swept you off into laughing bliss.
There’s one such guy who does this for me. An old friend who cracks me up every time our paths cross. He’s like my crack dealer (get it—crack me up—crack dealer? I’ll let that sink in). His dry, wry, sarcastic humor never ceases to amaze me. And I’m a true sucker for dry, sarcastic wit.
I think everyone should have a crack dealer in their life. That one person or persons who bring joy and laughter to your heart. Who pierces your funny bone in such a way that it alters a moment of time in your day.
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Laughter has a way of calming your angry beast, soothing your weary soul, and strengthening your broken spirit. It has a way of relieving stress, breaking down walls, and building up connections. It takes hold of you, and doesn’t let go of you, until it’s through with you. Then it leaves you in withdrawals, craving another fix. Craving that natural high.
That’s why laughter is like crack to me. And I don’t often get those gut-wrenching, pee-in-your-pants moments, but when my crack dealer comes around, I usually walk away with a nice hearty fix (at least 90% of the time).
By the way, it’s never okay to pee your pants, but if a gut-wrenching laugh overtakes your soul, go with it and worry about clean up later.
I hope you all have crack dealers in your lives.
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Well, you already know how I feel about laughter. I laugh so much,sometimes I ask myself when will I grow up? There are times I crack myself up,because you know I am funny. My best moments are when my BFF’s and I are together talking about everything under the sun, just being free and saying whats on our mind. Those talks always end in big laughs.
Sharon, if laughter stunts growth, then, like you, I guess I’ll never grow up.
I’m always in need of a laughing fix, and it looks to me like you’ve got several BFF crack dealers in your life. You may want to seek rehab, my soul sister. Especially if you’re cracking your own self up. 🙂
I’m always in for a good laugh and the side-splitting ones are the best. My sister is my crack dealer. We live a couple hours away from each other but when we get together, it’s on. My husband and her husband call us the cackling hens but as long as we’re getting our laugh on, we ignore them. They just wish they could some of our crack too. LOL!
Yes, Melissa, I smell the sweet fumes of jealousy coming from your hubby & brother-in-law. They need to gets some crack dealers of their own so you and your sister can get your laugh on in peace.
Yes, laughter is magical. Unfortunately, there are a few of us who, when we laugh too hard, we may faint. It’s a condition called laughter induced syncope. The veins constrict and not enough oxygen gets to the brain. I’ve recently learned I have this after fainting at a family get together. So, before I can get to that crazy out-of-control laughter that’s so enjoyable, I have to calm myself down.
Maybe you should have a “fainting possible” warning label on this post. 🙂
Nancy, I’ve learned my new thing of the day from you. Never heard of that condition before, but I can definitely see how severe laughter could result in lack of oxygen to the brain.
You, my friend, DO NOT need a crack dealer. Say no to drugs—laughter drugs.
During high school, my mate and I used to break into hysterics at inappropriate moments. To avoid a month of detentions, we perfected ‘silent silliness.’ We would shake and jiggle like crazy, but, ah, we never made a sound. Mwahahaha….
Erica, I know oh too well about the “silent stillness.” The uncontrollable body spasms and shaking you get when trying to contain laughter. That’s a hard skill to master.
I usually break out in hysterics anyway and have to suffer the wrath of stink eye looks from everybody during those inappropriate laughter moments. But laughing when you shouldn’t be laughing is the best kind of laughter.
I love to laugh. I’ve got a type of personality that can see the absurd in most anything, and usually carry it through to its most absurdness.
But lately…I even asked a friend if they think I’m funny anymore. The times have been difficult, my mood has been more solemn, but I still look for the funny.
If someone makes me laugh out loud, they’ve accomplished quite a feat. Rarely is something funny enough to make me audible. I’ll chuckle inside…slightly bemused…but rarely do I LOL. We use that anagram too freely.
So if I ever say, “That got a chuckle from me (or a guffaw),” then it was pretty good, and you may want to consider a career in comedy. If you’re good enough to make me laugh, you’re ready for Saturday Night Live.
What can I say? My standards are high in everything. Thanks, D, you always give me something great to walk away from after visiting.
ML, you’re missing out on some serious laughter bliss. A good doubled over, side-splittter is one of the best things in the world. So get off your “chuckle” horse, let your hair down, and let the laughter rip.
You may need to take two aspirin for that “inside chuckle” disease or maybe a shot of crack. Go get yo’self a crack dealer, my friend. Although the inside chuckle is common for me, too.
And what’s with the new gravatar? I miss seeing your face by your comments. Boy I tell ya, you’re constantly flipping the script on us.
Ya know….. I cannot imagine life without MUCH laughter. I love a good ol belly laugh……often. I don’t have just one dealer. I make the most of many. I may even be an over indulger. Sometimes I laugh when the situation is not even funny. Shucks, I may need intervention!!
Shucks, Starla, I have to agree you need an intervention, but not a laughter intervention. I believe you may need a psychokookoo intervention. Also, having multiple dealers is a good thing. I have multiple dealers, too, but my MAIN dealer is always on point and never leaves me hanging for a serious fix.
I’m sort of new here but I must say that I love to laugh. I work in a corporate office and in my mid 40’s and sometimes the things I find funny makes me think I’m being a bit immature, but that hasn’t stopped me! I too have a “crack dealer” in my life who can make me laugh harder than any comedian I’ve ever heard.I agree with you Demetria that we all (except for Nancy) should have a “fix” from time to time.
Randy, thanks for stopping by. It’s always good to have new visitors. I hope you saw the welcome mat at the door, so come on in and make yourself at home here. We don’t bite (well not always). I’m glad you, too, have a crack dealer. Life without belly laughs is a life I wouldn’t want to have. Nancy should get herself a dealer, too, because life’s too short. Thanks for visiting.
Demetria– I was just thinking about this very topic. I’ve been away for the week helping my mom move, but the trip was sandwiched between visits with my college son. When we are together as a family, we laugh a lot. We all have similar senses of humor and enjoy each other.
As we pulled into a parking lot, my son pulling into the space next to us, I stepped out of the car. I teased my son that he almost hit his dear mama. I reminded him I weigh enough that I might have caused a serious dent in his car, THEN he’d be sorry. He put his arm around me and kissed my cheek and said, “Mom, I have a deer guard on the front of my car. It would have been all right.” 😉
Fun post.
Julie, the “deer guard” comeback was nice comedic timing from your son. It’s wonderful your family shares a lot of laughter together. That alone is priceless.
My crit partner is that person for me. I’ve learned not to open emails from her with any type of beverage in my mouth. If I do, there’s a 90% chance I’ll be wiping it off my screen. LOL
Melissa, I love that. How great it must be to have a critique partner who does that for you. That’s priceless so make sure you keep her around. Those types of CPs are rare.