The Windows to My Madness All Have Flowerboxes
With all the badtempered growling and snarling recently, I decided to forcibly turn my frown upside down and post this odd little incident that happened last week. I can't remember what day it happened, but this did in fact happen to me. It will, perhaps entertain and amuse you. Assuming you can be as childish as I sometimes am.
So as my mood is wont to do, it suddenly shifted one day last week. I went from grouchy and irritable to giggly and damn near hysterical in terms of silliness. And it was during this that I drank more water than usual.
I went to use the restroom. Because that is a Human Body Upkeep Best-Practice, I've found.
While I was peeing in the cubicle, it suddenly occured to me just how funny the word 'fart' is.
Seriously.
I started to chortle. And then I thought 'I'm almost thirty years old, I've read Shakespeare and Aristophanes and Mark Twain and Bill Cosby and Douglas Adams and other exponents of the fine art of comedy. I am even familiar with some of the biologic and psychologic reasons behind laughter, as in a reaction to what is otherwise incongruous and sometimes even threatening to our schema of reality. And yet I am laughing at the same thing that made me laugh when I was twelve.'
And that of course was EVEN FUNNIER than 'fart' could EVER be.
And by now I was snorting and coughing and trying NOT to laugh, because not only is flatulence 'not funny' and nothing to be laughed at, but I had been sitting in the cubicle, perfectly quiet, alone in the restroom but for one other woman, and suddenly started giggling to myself.
And I was snorting and coughing, but in between those I was giggling. At what ostensibly was nothing.
The woman knocked on my door. 'Are you all right?' she said hesitantly.
I assured her that I was. Giggling the whole time.
She left without saying anything further.
I continued with my day.
I can only surmise at her opinion. What would YOU have thought, had you been in her shoes?
So as my mood is wont to do, it suddenly shifted one day last week. I went from grouchy and irritable to giggly and damn near hysterical in terms of silliness. And it was during this that I drank more water than usual.
I went to use the restroom. Because that is a Human Body Upkeep Best-Practice, I've found.
While I was peeing in the cubicle, it suddenly occured to me just how funny the word 'fart' is.
Seriously.
I started to chortle. And then I thought 'I'm almost thirty years old, I've read Shakespeare and Aristophanes and Mark Twain and Bill Cosby and Douglas Adams and other exponents of the fine art of comedy. I am even familiar with some of the biologic and psychologic reasons behind laughter, as in a reaction to what is otherwise incongruous and sometimes even threatening to our schema of reality. And yet I am laughing at the same thing that made me laugh when I was twelve.'
And that of course was EVEN FUNNIER than 'fart' could EVER be.
And by now I was snorting and coughing and trying NOT to laugh, because not only is flatulence 'not funny' and nothing to be laughed at, but I had been sitting in the cubicle, perfectly quiet, alone in the restroom but for one other woman, and suddenly started giggling to myself.
And I was snorting and coughing, but in between those I was giggling. At what ostensibly was nothing.
The woman knocked on my door. 'Are you all right?' she said hesitantly.
I assured her that I was. Giggling the whole time.
She left without saying anything further.
I continued with my day.
I can only surmise at her opinion. What would YOU have thought, had you been in her shoes?