Laughter

Maybe I am a little insane.  This I confess.

I just got back to my burrow after a good jog at the nearby track.  It was slightly longer than usual; and here I am referring to the distance covered.

I increased the number of sit-ups and push-ups too.  As I headed out to the nearest 24-hour store, I started feeling a recurring pain in the cardiac muscle.  Oh no, I thought.  Not again.

The first incident came about more than a year ago.  It lasted for just a few minutes – but it hurt enough to claim storage in my mind’s capacity.  Enough to teach me plenty of values.  Of life.  Of the self.  Of the people around me – especially those I care for.

I drink at times, but I have never placed a lit cigarette in my mouth.  I am quite proud of the fact that, each time I hit the community pool, I complete ten full laps back and forth.  Non-stop.

What I have absorbed in my mind has taught me so much about life’s worth.  I have, as of date, already discovered the cause, and in the process revealed the conclusions altogether.  It is not that I wish to vye for fame.  I have simply accepted the dry facts.  Now I just intend to… prolong my lifespan a little bit, perhaps?

My quickest, and also easiest solution, of course, is laughing.  Laughter, after all, is the simplest and most unconventional method of healing.  Among all other forms available, laughing is such a natural remedy, especially for the pain in the heart.  I laugh at anything and everything, so much so friends and colleagues gave me a cute pet-name (that I shall not reveal!).

Yet I see this as a positive activity.  An array of happiness oxytoxins jetspray themselves into the bloodstream from the glands, every time that occurs.  They squirt out and rush off to the cheeks, giving them a soft, rosy glow.  It catalyzes the heartbeat by just a wink, and here even a wink helps.

There is, I presume, of no use, because the Chambers of Life beat so diligently… but no one hears.  And so, I churn out my music on the paper.

Laugh for all of heaven's sake. (Photo Credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

Laugh for all of heaven’s sake. (Photo Credits to                            Alicia Ai Leng)

Spill it out.  It is now very close to 3AM, and I have a class at 8.30AM later.  Let’s just laugh.

Red Scarlet

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Confessions of a Drama Queen

Use your emotions wisely.

Utilize your emotions with a little bit of wisdom; that definitely would not hurt, would it.

No, no, I am not a superstar… at least not yet.  That I profess.  It is still a long road to travel.

As much as I am, I am not.  It is a matter of self-control, not entirely suppression.  It is a matter of selective demonstration.  In other words, mindfulness.

Being aware of what the self is up to – it really could be just about anything.  An enormous wave of silence is extremely helpful  in such periods of self-discovery.  Oh well, since I mentioned self-discovery, I view life as one endless Self-Discovery Channel, which one could switch back and forth to refresh the mind and hopefully gain some form of experience from it.

I know I laugh a little too much – a bit awkward – but that was only my release, you know.

I know I kind of cry too, at times; that was another way for me to release.  Just in case you have not noticed, but of course you have not.

Whatever I have done, it is only human that I did so.  It has been a hell lot of fun watching each chapter unfold on its own.  However, all of nature allows that even the strongest mind – and heart – will face a load of bricks hurling straight at his thoughts and smashing them and shattering them to a thousand pieces.  And all the poor soul must do, of course, is break down and pour out seemingly endless streams of tears from the corners of the eyelids.

Nature permits release of emotions in subtle ways; why else would there be several facial muscles, twitching all together at once, to put up that sweet smile on that pretty face, and thence light up the world around.

There also is Anger, and Pain, and Hurt, and Jealousy – but the mind shall choose as it pleases what it wishes to display.

Just a part of life.

Red Scarlet

 

The Laughing Etiquette

Ekmeleddin Ihsanoglu is right.  Turkey needs laughter more than anything else.

In an article on the Sun yesterday July 31st, 2014, he refuted Bulent Arinc’s statement that women should not laugh in public.  Since when was feminism involved in laughing?  Here is part of the article by the way.

ANKARA: Women should not laugh in public, Turkey’s deputy prime minister has said in a speech on “moral corruption” in the country.

Bulent Arinc used a meeting on Monday to condemn perceived moral repression, consumerism, and even excessive mobile phone use.

He called for chastity in both men and women and blamed the television and the media for turning teenagers into “sex addicts:, the Hurriyet Daily News reported.

“(The man) will not be a womaniser.  He will be bound to his wife.  He will love his children.  She will not laugh in public.  She will not not be inviting in her attitudes and will protect her chasteness,” Arinc said according to the paper.

He called for Turkish people to stop moral regression.

“Where are our girls, who slightly blush, lower their heads and turn their eyes away when we look at their face, becoming a symbol of chastity?” he said.

Among his other complaints was people having too   many cars and using too much petrol, and women talking about “unnecessary” topics on the phone instead of meeting face-to-face.

Ekmeledin Ihsanoglu, who is running against Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan in next month’s presidential elections, took to Twitter to argue against Arinc’s statement.  Turkey need women to laugh, he said, and the country needs to hear laughter more than anything.

It is humane to laugh, to express oneself.  It is healthier to automatically release one’s feelings, instead of keeping everything inside like an automaton.  It is a part of human nature.

This is not only applicable to men.  Women should also make full use of it.  Of course it does not have to go to the extent of them lashing out their slender hands and slapping their legs – that would be a little too much!

It applies to what, when, and where – even if it is in the public.

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