You need to laugh when...

In more than one instance, I have been caught expressing mirth at the wrong time and in the wrong place. And it is everytime that this happens, my behaviour is questioned and tagged errant. Then it is not wrongly opposed when I crack up when my friend calls up to tell me that her dog has died. But why do I laugh then? Strangely, I have no answer to that question.

Why do people laugh? What makes them act in a particular manner when they hear, see or feel something "funny"? I am no expert on the subject, but I can tell you that this is one emotion that cannot be contained. No matter how much you need to control your laughter you cannot, and will eventually give into that belly bouncing exersise as soon as it wells up within you.

But coming to why I laughed when my friend told me about her dog. Honestly, I don't know. I can surmise why, but I cannot be too sure. I think I laughed because the sadness of losing a pet did not reach me. Mind you, I cried alot when my own pet died. I howled as if there was nothing more dear to me and that dear thing had left me forever. What I am trying to say is that the incident did not affect directly. Ofcourse I felt sorry for my friend, but that was it. She was behaving the same way I, probably, had when my pet died and now I found it funny.

How ironical!

But this is only one of those times when I have offended others sentiments by my ill timed laughter. Let me not make you feel like I laugh at others miseries and weep at mine own. The twist in the story is that I happen to laugh at my own sorry self more than I laugh at anyone else!

Maybe I laugh at other people without guilt because I can laugh at myself and do not mind if others laugh at me.

Whose getting drunk?

Sometimes you end up wondering whether what you did really justified itself as fun.
It's fun to be drunk, but it's no fun if you get so drunk that you don't remember what you did. And the worst thing that can happen is if you throw up. That's against drinking ethics.
Honestly, I don't see the point of drinking if you cannot enjoy being drunk.


My definition of being drunk is that stage where you lose all inhibitions and get bold enough to do a striptease. But that's the phase where you get bold enough and not really go out and do it, because if you actually lose your clothes you are likely not to find them till the next morning. And I don't think that people would appreciate you walking around without your clothes. When you do get sloshed enough to misplace your modesty you end up pretending that you do not remember anything, whereas you remember every single humilliating moment of the previous night. Then you blame it on the alcohol.

How convinient!


Now, alcohol does not only give you a high it also causes water retention in your body which leads to your weight, mysteriously, shooting up to astronomical numbers. That's why people who are trying to lose weight are strictly advised against consumption of alcohol in any form. That includes liquor laced chocolates.


Recently, I had the opportunity to witness the antics of a very dear person who was under the influence of a considerable amount of alcohol. On one hand it was very entertaining, but on the other, you cannot but help wondering what sort of trouble that person could run into in that condition. It's one thing to be in the company of friends and be safe but what if that is not the case. Being in such a situation is as good as inviting danger with a big smile.

It is alright to have fun, but it is important to know where to draw the line. Where to stop. Irresponsible drinking does not only put the drinker at a risk, it also causes sober companions embarassment.