easily amused
From:
Girlspoke
510 days 9 hours 20 minutes ago
Channel:
On the Edge
I am. Very. Easily amused, that is. And, aside from Kurt Cobain wanting to be like me, I have found that this is more of a character flaw than cutesy quirk. But I think the problem is in my actual laughter, not just the fact that I'm laughing. Which of course, leaves me completely confused and slightly paranoid. I mean, do I have one of
those laughs?
Case in point: sitting on the couch with the manfriend and an Aflac commercial comes on the TV. And, surea?|I've seen the damn thing like fifty times. But I still fucking laugh, ok? Man-friend's reaction? Snide commentary ("it wasn't
that funny.") and perhaps a rolling of the eyeballs. Evidently, I have demonstrated my simplicity and he is thusly annoyed. But, does it mean nothing that I even resisted the urge to recite the lines along with the duck? AFLAC! Personally, I think that deserves some credit. I mean, the commercial is intended to be funny. It's a successful marketing ploy. I am reacting in the manner the ad-gods have intended, but I'm the freak?!
Another example? At a minature lecture in college, the professor was going on and on about Hawthorne. I'm not exactly sure what the topic was, but at some point, he compared a character to a couple of kids "playing poker in the back seat." Get it?! Poker? POKE-HER? Fucking brilliant pun! And this was coming from a white-bread, JCrew-adorned Minnesotan who typically walked aroud campus with his right hand neatly folded into his suit jacket pocket. Am I to understand that he didn't want us to catch his ha-ha? Because, when I laugheda??out loud, I recieved at least three glares from fellow attendees. It was all over their facesa?|
what's wrong with you?
But here's what I do know: I don't have a cackle. I don't have a nasal laugh. I'm not stupid; my laughter does not come from a lack of knowing what the hell anyone is talking about. I have superb taste in basically everything, including humor.
So then what is it? What is the world, or at least my man-friend, trying to tell me? That my laugh is obnoxious? Too loud? Does it last a bit too long? I mean, FUCKING LEVEL WITH ME! Because the irony is simply overwhelming. And guess what? I want to crack up about it a little bit. Clearly I've won the battle of logic, but what fun is amusement if the joke is on you?
(But seriously, how funny is that fucking duck!?)
UPDATE:
Click here to listen to me laughing lotsa?|(and talking dirty, by chance.) Now, you can really level with me. How's my laugh??
