From the Gut

There is nothing truly like laughing.

But I’m not talking about the lighthearted kind that happens so often. I am talking about the kind that comes out when something really gets you: the crouched over, holding your stomach, can-barely-breathe kind of laughing. The one where you start to wonder if you’re okay, or going to have a six pack when you finally stop, kind of laughing. The best—and worst—kind of laughing.

It is actually kind of sad that those kind of laughs come so far and few, that I actually remember the last time this happened to me.

It was about two and a half years ago, inside my dorm room at Iona. It was late at night, and my roommates and I were talking about Who Knows What or God Knows Who. It was just the three of us there around at that time—we lived in a suite full of ten us total.

I remember each of us laying in our own beds, just talking, in the peace and quiet. And then people started coming back from either Beechmont or Spectators, the local bars by our school. Our suite faced the courtyard, where everybody loitered throughout all hours of the day, so we always knew when people where coming back. We live in New York, and the people from down below are most likely drunk, so nobody knows how to control their vocal volume.

People say weird things when they’ve been drinking. And I remember Meg, Shniv, and I laughing over the things these people were saying. We were probably just giggling at that point, but then a voice came from much closer to where we were. Mind you: we lived on the sixth floor, right next door to one building, and not far across from us was another. This voice definitely came from either the room to our left, or the building to our left…but I’m not sure which.

We’re used to one unidentified person always saying the Spongebob phrase “Leedle leedle,” right out of their window, but something else was said this time, and it caught me completely off guard. All I remember hearing was a male voice yell out their window: “It’s my money and I need it, now!”

Now, I really don’t remember why this made me laugh so hard, but it did. I laughed so hard that I rolled right off my bed, and onto the floor. I was lying on the cold, hard ground, basically in a fetal position, silently crying-laughing. That voice got me so good that I got to the stage where I was no longer okay, and I could not catch my breath.

And Meg and Shniv could totally vouch for this. They were probably worried about my sanity and well-being, but I’m not really sure which they were more worried about. I just remember going into this outburst and not being able to contain it for what had felt like twenty full minutes.

I was not okay.

Still to this day, I wonder how that one stupid quote made me laugh so hard. I just remember explaining to Meg and Shniv how the kid who yelled that line was reenacting a JG Wentworth commercial, and thinking how that execution alone was hilarious. That one little thing made me laugh too hard; I could not handle myself at that moment in time. Isn’t it amazing how sometimes you can laugh at the smallest, simplest things?

I can’t wait for when it happens again.

Prompt: Tell us about the last time you had a real, deep, crying-from-laughing belly laugh.

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A twenty-two year old who lives through words and her Netflix account. She makes herself laugh more than others, and she claims that she is okay with that.

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