What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?
Last time I had a good laugh I was laughing at myself. I was trying to say something but I got tongue-tied and was unable to start a sentence. I emitted a strange unintelligible sound that my mom found it very funny. She began to laugh out loud. She is very sick. A smile is a little triumph. A laugh is wonderful. Seen her so happy I began to laugh too. We couldn’t stop for a while. We both laughed till tears. It was a nice surprise.
I don’t laugh too much. I would like to. I envy people who can do it. When my father was alive we laughed a lot. Later I fell in a deep depression and laugh become a difficult task. I’m simply not in the mood. Things that made me laugh before, now leave me indifferent or make me sad. It’s if like a gloomy coat were covering my feelings making them impossible to show up freely. Yes, my feelings live jailed by sadness. But I enjoy seeing people happy. And in my inner thoughts I feel happy for them.