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Rainshaddow said: ... can't laugh if I don't feel it anymore
TOTALLY!
I went off comedy shows for about a decade, just didn't want to laugh.
Fortunately and eventually I decided I did indeed need to laugh and so I made comedy a rational act.
What can I find today that makes me laugh out loud?
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I love the bliss of sleep too, so lovely to warm up my bed, pulling the quilt cover and sinking into the bed.
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Feeling a little guilty about laughing, hmmm. Yeh, I can understand that.
Sort of like watching someone fall over, laughing, then realising they've hurt themselves.
Like if Jerry Lewis the king of comedy fell over, we would laugh, but he would get up crying and we would feel sad and then he'd smile and we'd be glad he smiled. Weird stuff all in the space of seconds.
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My heart races and I am constantly in flight or fight mode - if that makes sense. If something startles me (which is ridiculously easy to do) my fist response is ‘I’m going to die) and I kinda panic in a controlled everyone is watching me way. I don’t know if that makes any sense. And I get quite confused with so many thoughts running around in my head that eventually my bad just shuts off so I am numb, and my mind is finally quiet. Then I cry.