Friday, July 21, 2006
Sixteen
Sometimes I get annoyed.
And sometimes, I get irritated (which basically means the same thing).
But most of the time, I just let it go.
Which makes me feel like a pretty nice person.
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Dinah and I talked about how, sometimes, someone's joke can be annoying or not at all funny, and how we would be torn then on whether we should laugh or not. Generally, we laugh because if we don't we'd look rude or dumb, but if we do, then our laughs would just be, well, fake. And generally, people don't like fake laughs. And personally, I don't like fake-laughing, either.
But I'd rather laugh, of course. Just for the sake of not hurting the other person's feelings, and for the sake of not looking down. You know, he who laughs last is slow, and all.
They say that you can tell if someone is really laughing or not by looking at their eyes. If they twinkle, then it means they really do enjoy the joke, or whatever it is that you said. If there isn't, then you should know what it means, eh?
Interestingly, fake laughs also happen on the internet. You know, on the MSN.
A conversation with a fake laugh would go like this:
Person A: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Person B: I don't know, why?
Person A: Because he wanted to see the cow pee!
Person B: LOL!
Person B: ROTFLMAO!
Usually, generally, basically, when someone puts a LOL or a ROTFL or a ROTFLMAO, it means that they're just trying to be good listener and do what they're supposed to do, meaning that they have to laugh on cue. You can bet that they're not really laughing though. I know I don't.
Now, a conversation with a real laugh would go like this:
Person A: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Person B: I don't know, why?
Person A: Because he wanted to see the cow pee!
Person B: hahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!
Because when someone really is laughing, he or she would want the other person to know that they find the joke really funny. See?
Of course, not every hahahahahahahahahahahahahah guarantees real laughter on the other side. I'm just talking about myself. As usual. But that's ok, right? I mean, that's the whole reason why-
Alamak, must go. Mama is home, and angry that the house is messy. She's very concious about the cleanliness of our house, even in my room, which I somtimes find strange because, well, it is
my room and
I am the one who has to live with the pigsty, but I guess Moms will be moms. Besides, I try not to complain. I know I'll say the same thing someday. When I grow up. And become a mum.
Hah!! (Real, sarcastic, laugh)
Pitagora Suicchi!
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4:00 PM
