On Laughing Right


The other day, I was online with my gaming group, and apparently we were having a really good time because I was laughing a lot, and when I went downstairs to get a drink, my husband informed me that I have an evil laugh. He didn’t mean it as an insult. He was entertained by it apparently.

I laughed a big manly laugh like my dad even when I was little. I never felt like a little girl. I felt like a grown woman trapped in a small body and forced to play stupid games with little boys. I tried to disguise myself by laughing and squealing and giggling like a little girl. It never sounded right or felt right, but I assumed other people bought it, and I thought I could train myself to laugh right. Until one day my dad said, “Stop that! It sounds weird. That’s not how you laugh. Are you mimicking someone else? Don’t do that.” And that was the end of that.

Laugh your real laugh. Drop the self-consciousness and laugh because really enjoying life has jack shit to do with whether anyone thinks your laugh is cute.

No Explanations, Please
The Quotebook: Malleus Maleficarum

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