Uncontrollable Laughter
People say that they love it when I laugh, and I agree with them because I love it when I laugh too. Although they say, “laughter is the best medicine,” too much laughter can get a person in trouble. My laughter often gets out of hand when the time is not right. There are times in which it is okay for me to laugh and times when it is best for me to be serious. The reactions that people give me when I laugh at inappropriate times are getting to me. I do not like to make people upset and hate that I can't help laughing all the time.
Laughing at everything has been a problem for as long as I can remember. When I was nine years old, my cousin was disciplined by her father in my presence. My brain understood it was not funny, but it did not register to my mouth because before I could stop myself, I started laughing. I tried everything I could to stop laughing, but I could not. After I finished laughing, I realized that my cousin was crying and it dug a hole in my heart. I felt terrible for what I did and I sought change in my behavior. I realized the situation itself was not funny to me, but it reminded me of the time my brother was running and I told him to stop. He didn’t listen to me and before I could do anything, he fell. He fell in such a way that I could not do anything but laugh. The incident played in my mind as my cousin was spanked. I could picture the incident so vividly that the incident became reality in my mind. Before I knew it, my loud and cheerful laughter filled the room which caused the frown on my uncle’s face to deepen. His scowl alone was able to silence my laughter. The house was quiet except the muffled sound coming from my cousin. My aunt and my parents came running trying to figure out what was going on. My uncle explained everything that happened; everyone looked at me in disappointment. After my encounter with all four adults, I had a discussion with my father. He told me that I would have to work on controlling my laughter. For the rest of that day, whenever I called into a room, everybody would stop what they were doing and stared at me. My uncle’s, aunt’s, and parents’ reaction to my outburst of laughter made me ponder on the reason I laughed so much. I was shaken by it and for the next couple of days; I remembered their expression and did not laugh when things were not funny. In time, I forgot about all that happened and went back to my old ways.
Being serious in situations did not come easy for me. I had to be reminded constantly and it took a lot of perseverance and dedication. I am a very cheerful person and when I am told to be serious, I take it as a joke. I often associate seriousness with not having any fun and I like to find the fun way of doing things. In situations in which the mood is serious, I feel the urge to loosen things up with a joke or me simply laughing. I was hanging around with my friends when I heard that my best friend’s dog had died. Abby, my best friend, was broken and felt as if it was her sister that died. All my friends gathered around her, hoping to comfort her. The mood of seriousness was too much for me to bear. Also, I hated to see my best friend upset; so out of the blue, I started laughing. Every one of my friends turned to look at me in disgust and the hurt in Abby’s eyes was enough to send piercing pain through my body. They all turned away from me and walked away. I later apologized, but realized that my laughter could hurt someone I cared about if I was not careful. I learned to become more serious in situations that put me in such position. Even though I joke around most times, I am now able to maintain seriousness in certain situations.
It is hard for me to remain upset or angry for a long period of time. My father might do something to make me annoyed, and the next minute I get excited and joyful. It was six o clock in the morning, and my family was having our daily meeting. It was early in the morning and I was sleepy. I managed to stay awake, but my father thought I was sleeping. He “woke” me up by yelling my name and clapping his hands. The sound of his voice made my heart race and scared me. I was upset about the fact that he thought I was sleeping, and I frowned for the rest meeting. After our family discussion, my dad imitated my brother, and it was exactly how my brother acted. The imitation was too funny that I irrupted in laughter before I could hold it in. I went from being angry to being happy all in a few seconds. Negativity does not stay with me for long because I am filled with positive energy. The joy I often have never cease to amaze me. I can be so happy at times that it surprises me and everyone around me. The excitement I feel, comes out as laughter which is the reason I laughed all the time. Once I came to the realization of why I laughed so much; it gave me a satisfactory that couldn’t be filled by anything else because at last, I had found the information I was searching for.
There are times I laugh at the wrong time and get judged for it. I do my best in controlling my laughter, but sometimes I cannot help it. I realize that although laughing all the time is a problem, I should not be so hard on myself when I laugh uncontrollably. I have gotten better over the years when I sought for a solution in controlling my laughter. Even though I have outburst once in a while, I should not care about the reaction people give me. My problem has taught me several things, but what stands out the most is that nobody is perfect, and I should not care what people think about me. The most important thing is what I think about myself and frankly, I know I do my best every day to avoid outbursts of laughter and that alone is something I should be proud of. I might have been embarrassed of laughing all the time at some point, but now I understand that the journey it has taken me through has made me proud of my laughter.
Laughing at everything has been a problem for as long as I can remember. When I was nine years old, my cousin was disciplined by her father in my presence. My brain understood it was not funny, but it did not register to my mouth because before I could stop myself, I started laughing. I tried everything I could to stop laughing, but I could not. After I finished laughing, I realized that my cousin was crying and it dug a hole in my heart. I felt terrible for what I did and I sought change in my behavior. I realized the situation itself was not funny to me, but it reminded me of the time my brother was running and I told him to stop. He didn’t listen to me and before I could do anything, he fell. He fell in such a way that I could not do anything but laugh. The incident played in my mind as my cousin was spanked. I could picture the incident so vividly that the incident became reality in my mind. Before I knew it, my loud and cheerful laughter filled the room which caused the frown on my uncle’s face to deepen. His scowl alone was able to silence my laughter. The house was quiet except the muffled sound coming from my cousin. My aunt and my parents came running trying to figure out what was going on. My uncle explained everything that happened; everyone looked at me in disappointment. After my encounter with all four adults, I had a discussion with my father. He told me that I would have to work on controlling my laughter. For the rest of that day, whenever I called into a room, everybody would stop what they were doing and stared at me. My uncle’s, aunt’s, and parents’ reaction to my outburst of laughter made me ponder on the reason I laughed so much. I was shaken by it and for the next couple of days; I remembered their expression and did not laugh when things were not funny. In time, I forgot about all that happened and went back to my old ways.
Being serious in situations did not come easy for me. I had to be reminded constantly and it took a lot of perseverance and dedication. I am a very cheerful person and when I am told to be serious, I take it as a joke. I often associate seriousness with not having any fun and I like to find the fun way of doing things. In situations in which the mood is serious, I feel the urge to loosen things up with a joke or me simply laughing. I was hanging around with my friends when I heard that my best friend’s dog had died. Abby, my best friend, was broken and felt as if it was her sister that died. All my friends gathered around her, hoping to comfort her. The mood of seriousness was too much for me to bear. Also, I hated to see my best friend upset; so out of the blue, I started laughing. Every one of my friends turned to look at me in disgust and the hurt in Abby’s eyes was enough to send piercing pain through my body. They all turned away from me and walked away. I later apologized, but realized that my laughter could hurt someone I cared about if I was not careful. I learned to become more serious in situations that put me in such position. Even though I joke around most times, I am now able to maintain seriousness in certain situations.
It is hard for me to remain upset or angry for a long period of time. My father might do something to make me annoyed, and the next minute I get excited and joyful. It was six o clock in the morning, and my family was having our daily meeting. It was early in the morning and I was sleepy. I managed to stay awake, but my father thought I was sleeping. He “woke” me up by yelling my name and clapping his hands. The sound of his voice made my heart race and scared me. I was upset about the fact that he thought I was sleeping, and I frowned for the rest meeting. After our family discussion, my dad imitated my brother, and it was exactly how my brother acted. The imitation was too funny that I irrupted in laughter before I could hold it in. I went from being angry to being happy all in a few seconds. Negativity does not stay with me for long because I am filled with positive energy. The joy I often have never cease to amaze me. I can be so happy at times that it surprises me and everyone around me. The excitement I feel, comes out as laughter which is the reason I laughed all the time. Once I came to the realization of why I laughed so much; it gave me a satisfactory that couldn’t be filled by anything else because at last, I had found the information I was searching for.
There are times I laugh at the wrong time and get judged for it. I do my best in controlling my laughter, but sometimes I cannot help it. I realize that although laughing all the time is a problem, I should not be so hard on myself when I laugh uncontrollably. I have gotten better over the years when I sought for a solution in controlling my laughter. Even though I have outburst once in a while, I should not care about the reaction people give me. My problem has taught me several things, but what stands out the most is that nobody is perfect, and I should not care what people think about me. The most important thing is what I think about myself and frankly, I know I do my best every day to avoid outbursts of laughter and that alone is something I should be proud of. I might have been embarrassed of laughing all the time at some point, but now I understand that the journey it has taken me through has made me proud of my laughter.