I used to have laughing fits that lasted for several minutes. I want just that I couldn’t stop laughing, but I couldn’t even remain upright. I remember once actually rolling on the floor in front of my classmates. Some of them were amused and some were alarmed.
Another time, when I was already in graduate school, I ruined a date with a hot girl by getting into one of those fits at the bar we went to after dinner. Even while I was having the fit, I knew that it meant that the evening wouldn’t end as I had been hoping, but I didn’t care.
While I remember those laughing fits well, I have no memory of what was so funny that I lost control.
It’s still very easy to get me to laugh, and I find so many things amusing that I worry that people think there’s something wrong with me because I’m constantly smiling. But I don’t worry enough to stop laughing.
Nehaveigur 