As I have gotten older I've developed this habit of bursting into uncontrollable fits of laughter at the most inappropriate times. The most dangerous times are when mom and I are in the middle of a stand pivot bathroom transfer or when I have a mouth full of toothpaste and she is standing directly in front me. These fits of laughter are not limited to these two situations. They most commonly occur when I am supposed to be quiet. For example, when I am sitting in a crowded classroom during the most boring lecture known to man. Something, usually something about that particular professor will strike me funny. Usually it's nothing too outlandish. It could be a strange print on a skirt they wore or a or a horrendously bad "Dr. Huxtable" circa 1986 sweater.
At first, the laughter is easily contained and disguised as a really bad "tickle in my throat". If the laughter does not subside I try to explain it as a random back spasm. Lastly, if the laughter gets too out of control it turns into a "chronic back spasm problem that has been keeping me awake at night." If things reach that stage people usually grow very concerned and move their desks and backpacks in order for me to discreetly leave the room. Once I am in the hallway and free to finish my fit. The funny thing about it though, is that once I am in the hallway I can't bring myself to laugh. I think it has something to do with the fact that there are random strangers walking by. Granted, they are not paying a bit of attention to me. They are usually too distracted with their cell phones or their own conversations to even notice that I am there. However, just the idea that they may stop what they are doing and ask me, "is there something the matter, are you having some type of seizure?" it scares the living daylights out of me, while simultaneously sucking the well of uncontrollable laughter dry.
At first, the laughter is easily contained and disguised as a really bad "tickle in my throat". If the laughter does not subside I try to explain it as a random back spasm. Lastly, if the laughter gets too out of control it turns into a "chronic back spasm problem that has been keeping me awake at night." If things reach that stage people usually grow very concerned and move their desks and backpacks in order for me to discreetly leave the room. Once I am in the hallway and free to finish my fit. The funny thing about it though, is that once I am in the hallway I can't bring myself to laugh. I think it has something to do with the fact that there are random strangers walking by. Granted, they are not paying a bit of attention to me. They are usually too distracted with their cell phones or their own conversations to even notice that I am there. However, just the idea that they may stop what they are doing and ask me, "is there something the matter, are you having some type of seizure?" it scares the living daylights out of me, while simultaneously sucking the well of uncontrollable laughter dry.
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