Bad Ideas
So, sometimes I like to test myself in various ways. Holding my breath is fun, seeing how accurately I can count to 30 minutes, just walking on a thin metal pole to test my balance, trying to go an entire week without expressing any emotion... anything like that is something I often enjoy. Plus, I'm really fucking stubborn so I tend to keep working at it until I'm satisfied. Sometimes this doesn't work out so well, though.
For instance: once, a few years ago, I decided it would be fun to see if I could completely disrupt my circadian rhythm and wipe away and sort of established sleeping cycle by staying up for days at a time, or sleeping for 16+ hours, or just sleeping for completely random amounts of time and completely random times throughout the day. Basically, totally randomized sleeping patterns. This worked. I'm still recovering from that.
And now, after a couple particularly amusing threads on somethingawful, I decided it would be a good idea to see if I could get into a giggle loop at will. Well, I can. This is also not a good idea. The more effort I put into it, the more I worry I'm just going to get stuck in perpetual laughter. It's kind of awesome.
I probably could have written this better, but I have to take breaks every few words to try to force myself to stop laughing for no reason (which is of course funny in itself), so this is as good as it gets.
edit: I say "laughing for no reason", but that's not entirely true: so far it still takes some stimulus, it's just my threshhold for comedy has been lowered tremendously. For instance, I just went into the bathroom and saw a chair. I almost lost it. I was doubled over, barely able to get the pee into toilet, and even that was with great emotional.
Then, once I got out of the bathroom and into my room, I COMPLETELY lost it. I could no longer stand and spent a good 5 minutes or so of intense laughter kneeling with my head on the floor. Then I completely collapsed and spent about 10, maybe 15 minutes just laughing my ass off, sprawled out on the floor, all control completely gone.
At this point Mikhaela started to get very worried about me. She found me like that and started asking me if I was ok, rubbing my back, asking me to look at her, that sort of thing. She said my hands and body were tensed up like I was having a seizure. While on one hand I felt bad that I was worrying her, it was also completely hilarious. I think it took me a couple minutes to even manage to open my eyes and make eye contact to try to imply that I knew she was there (other than laughing harder when she talked). Her expression was so earnestly worried, and for a few seconds I got serious, since I didn't wanna make her feel bad or anything.
But... I don't know if I could have managed to spit out a sentence even without her worried face, but with that added factor it was just impossible. Hell, I couldn't even move. That face just made it harder to not laugh. I mean, I could focus enough to stop laughing and trying to pick up my arm to give a thumbs up to her to tell her I'm okay, but then another wave of laughter would come and my hand would just fall again. I did manage to nod when she asked me if I was okay a couple times.
I kept trying to communicate stuff to her, but for the first like 10 minutes the most I could get out was a single word. "OK" Is pretty easy, although I could get a yes/no out well enough for her to figure out what I was trying to blurt between bursts. She'd ask me what happened and stuff like that, but it was a fairly complicated story I couldn't even keep focus long enough to figure out how to explain it. And just to make it worse, I kept seeing fucking ridiculously funny things like doors and Mikhaela's pants (they had a dolphin pattern, dolphin patters are hilarious) shipping labels with shit like "UPS GROUND" on 'em (that alone got me going for like 2 minutes).
Eventually after about 40 minutes of rofling (although I wasn't actually rolling, I didn't have the control for anything other than motionless guffaws) and probably 5 minutes of relative control, just trying to mentally form and speak 2 or 3 sentences, I managed to tell her what happened. It didn't actually calm her down much, though, since I was still almost completely out of it, I'm sure I looked like I was hopped up on extasymarijauna. Maybe 5 minutes after that I managed to calm down and stop laughing.
I'm not sure how I feel about losing the ability to stop laughing. I mean... laughing is pretty fun.
For instance: once, a few years ago, I decided it would be fun to see if I could completely disrupt my circadian rhythm and wipe away and sort of established sleeping cycle by staying up for days at a time, or sleeping for 16+ hours, or just sleeping for completely random amounts of time and completely random times throughout the day. Basically, totally randomized sleeping patterns. This worked. I'm still recovering from that.
And now, after a couple particularly amusing threads on somethingawful, I decided it would be a good idea to see if I could get into a giggle loop at will. Well, I can. This is also not a good idea. The more effort I put into it, the more I worry I'm just going to get stuck in perpetual laughter. It's kind of awesome.
I probably could have written this better, but I have to take breaks every few words to try to force myself to stop laughing for no reason (which is of course funny in itself), so this is as good as it gets.
edit: I say "laughing for no reason", but that's not entirely true: so far it still takes some stimulus, it's just my threshhold for comedy has been lowered tremendously. For instance, I just went into the bathroom and saw a chair. I almost lost it. I was doubled over, barely able to get the pee into toilet, and even that was with great emotional.
Then, once I got out of the bathroom and into my room, I COMPLETELY lost it. I could no longer stand and spent a good 5 minutes or so of intense laughter kneeling with my head on the floor. Then I completely collapsed and spent about 10, maybe 15 minutes just laughing my ass off, sprawled out on the floor, all control completely gone.
At this point Mikhaela started to get very worried about me. She found me like that and started asking me if I was ok, rubbing my back, asking me to look at her, that sort of thing. She said my hands and body were tensed up like I was having a seizure. While on one hand I felt bad that I was worrying her, it was also completely hilarious. I think it took me a couple minutes to even manage to open my eyes and make eye contact to try to imply that I knew she was there (other than laughing harder when she talked). Her expression was so earnestly worried, and for a few seconds I got serious, since I didn't wanna make her feel bad or anything.
But... I don't know if I could have managed to spit out a sentence even without her worried face, but with that added factor it was just impossible. Hell, I couldn't even move. That face just made it harder to not laugh. I mean, I could focus enough to stop laughing and trying to pick up my arm to give a thumbs up to her to tell her I'm okay, but then another wave of laughter would come and my hand would just fall again. I did manage to nod when she asked me if I was okay a couple times.
I kept trying to communicate stuff to her, but for the first like 10 minutes the most I could get out was a single word. "OK" Is pretty easy, although I could get a yes/no out well enough for her to figure out what I was trying to blurt between bursts. She'd ask me what happened and stuff like that, but it was a fairly complicated story I couldn't even keep focus long enough to figure out how to explain it. And just to make it worse, I kept seeing fucking ridiculously funny things like doors and Mikhaela's pants (they had a dolphin pattern, dolphin patters are hilarious) shipping labels with shit like "UPS GROUND" on 'em (that alone got me going for like 2 minutes).
Eventually after about 40 minutes of rofling (although I wasn't actually rolling, I didn't have the control for anything other than motionless guffaws) and probably 5 minutes of relative control, just trying to mentally form and speak 2 or 3 sentences, I managed to tell her what happened. It didn't actually calm her down much, though, since I was still almost completely out of it, I'm sure I looked like I was hopped up on extasymarijauna. Maybe 5 minutes after that I managed to calm down and stop laughing.
I'm not sure how I feel about losing the ability to stop laughing. I mean... laughing is pretty fun.