When in a time of great emotional pain, have you ever suddenly gotten the jollies?

Yes. You kind of have to, right? I once wrote a poem once about how the break up was the best thing to happen to me in a while.

My best friend in the entire universe died a year ago. He was the only person who accepted me for who I was. We loved each other a lot, but it wasn’t romantic at all.

One day we were at a party together and he left early to bring some girl back to his place. He kissed my cheek and said his goodbyes and he told me that we’d go out and eat pizza the next day. That was the last I ever heard of him. He got in a giant car crash that flung him out of the window into a tree. The damage left him brain dead and he was at the point of no return. I was there the day they pulled the plug, I heard his last breath, I saw his lifeless eyes after it was all over. It was the worst day of my entire life.

At his funeral, I said a few words and sang a song in his memory, and we all did the normal funeral proceedings. Then the preacher went up to the podium and started mumbling on and on about how Nick (my friend) was an amazing kid, blah blah blah (Insert generic funeral script here…) and then I realized that everything he was saying was such a lie! I thought of how if Nick were right there listening, he’d be dying with the giggles. The preacher knew nothing about him at all! Nick was the type of kid that was sarcastic and very quirky. He was totally badass too! It was all so funny to me that I burst out laughing in the middle of everything. He would have loved to see it. :)
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Another instance would be when I ran away. One night, my guy friends and I decided we were going to run away to Canada. It was in the middle of our spring break and we just wanted to go. We packed up our lives into my friend’s tiny Toyota Scion and went off! It took us 25 hours to get to the border. It was a lot of fun and giggles the entire ride there. One of the BEST rides of my life. When we got to the border, we were turned around by the Canadian officers for some odd reason and we had to go back through the United States border. At the border, they actually had found out that we were runaways and planned to detain us. With my fighting attitude, I quickly began to be defiant. I spit, cursed, kicked, and punched some of the officers. It was a horrible situation, but my friends and I were laughing right in their faces. One of my friends was making pterodactyl noises the entire time while I put up a riot. The officers questioned our sanity, so they quickly carted us off to the hospital for mental evaluation. The police picked us up, threw our asses into the backseat of a cop car, and we were on our way to the hospital. We were laughing the entire way to the hospital. It was one of the most hilarious experiences of my life.

@KatetheGreat Wow! fantastic stories! thanks!

@FluffyChicken Thanks! :)

When one of my really close mate died in a house fire with both his parents, I cried non-stop for days and days. The teachers at school even had to pull me out of class because I was crying so much. One sent me to the consellor and as I was talking to him I started smiling. He got me thinking of the good side of my mate Will’s death. That its good he died when he did because if he survived, he would be left without any parents, and as he was an only child and most of his family live on the other side of Australia, he would be left with out family and it would have been really hard for him to live his own life happily. He would always have the memory of the fire to live with for the rest of his life. 6 months on I still miss Will like crazy and some times have my little depressed moments but I just have to sit and realise, every thing happens for a reason.

My sister and I got pretty giggly a few times after my grandparents died. It’s a pretty emotionally draining thing to be in another city doing funeral-type stuff, and you’re usually overtired from all the stuff you have to do all day. We had quite a few times during the funerals for my maternal grandparents (who died 36 hours apart) and for my paternal grandfather, where we just couldn’t control our giggling. At first we felt bad, but then we realized that our grandparents would much rather have seen us cracking up than bawling away.

A few times when there was finally some relief or closure then I had little surges of glee. Sometimes knowing the reason for something, even if it’s horrible and a no-win thing brings great relief from spinning your wheels. People deserve closure and honesty.

@FluffyChicken Nature may have given us all an emotional circuit-breaker which flips into ‘silly’ mode during times of great emotional stress. Many people fondly recall the ‘Chuckles The Clown’ episode from the old ‘Mary Tyler Moore’ show….

Mary works at a TV station and ‘Chuckles’, who has his own show at the station dies in a tragic traffic accident. Everyone in the office is making “clown” jokes, and Mary scolds them all for being so insensitive.

At the funeral, everyone is very solemn, except for Mary, who can’t stop cracking up laughing at everything each speaker says….
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P.S. The Canadians are (rightfully) known as some of the finest people on Earth….but they don’t fool around at the border….