Laughter for the Soul
15th July 2006
A quick trip back in time
I remember sitting back in the big comfy seat at my clinical
psychologist's comfy little office. I was down. I was out. I wasn't a happy
puppy.
I was allowed to moan in the comfy little office and moan I
did. I bemoaned the fact that I hadn't really laughed for a
long long time. You know, one of those deep down laughs when your
sides ache and the drool threatens to escape from the sides of your
mouth.
I promised that if I ever had such a laugh,
I would let my psychologist know. I'm not sure if she will
remember about the promise, but I do.
Left leaning volunteers
The volunteers here tend to be of the left-leaning variety and I've
been in many a political discussion with them. The Americans in
particular like to talk about how bad American foreign policy is and how
ashamed they are of their president. The environmentalists point
out how the earth's ecosystem is pretty much screwed and everybody passionately
talks about countries they have visited and the seemingly insurmountable
problems the countries face.
It gets a bit depressing at
times.
A return to the present
I recently went on a trip to Togo
with some friends. I had a great time.
One night saw us hanging out at the Waterfall
Lodge's restaurant in Wli. We were
all pretty buggered. We had been traveling all day and needed a
rest.
True to form, the topic of conversation soon
turned to that of the world's ills. Nicholas was talking about an
animal sanctuary that he knew about. The sanctuary helped deal
with "problem animals".
I cracked some silly joke about spaced out
monkeys shooting drugs into their arms. It got some good laughs.
Nicholas
- bless his heart - kept talking about the injustices that were being
heaped upon these poor defenseless animals. He was quite serious
about the whole thing.
The image of the drugged out monkey wouldn't
leave my head and it just kept getting funnier and funnier. The
more serious Nicholas got, the funnier it became.
Jared and I
couldn't help ourselves and we lost it completely.
I laughed so hard that my sides ached.
I laughed so hard that drool threatened to
escape from the side of my mouth.
It felt good.
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