Humor.
It’s all timing and audience.
The feeling of having a joke
that is absolutely
hysterical
but having to one to tell it to
well that’s rough.
I mean, I know
what I’m saying is
WILDLY inappropriate.
Maybe even dark.
It’s also
really
freakin’
FUNNY.
And I can’t even laugh as loud as I would if I heard that joke myself because who laughs out loud at a time like this anyway, I mean board meetings and Yom Kippur services and brother’s funerals are all NOT laughing matters and how dare I laugh right now but I can’t escape the humor of some things so I swallow it down and half hope my face conceals the laughter below and half hope that someone will ask me why I’m almost smiling and half hope they’re a person who’d get it if I told them.
But just know.
if you see an certain expression on my face,
you don’t actually want to know what I’m thinking.
but if you’re the sort who would,
you asked for it.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
Oh, dear…the curse of the wildly inappropriately-timed laughter…the struggle of suppression… I know this!! Can one help it if one’s brain is inclined to the hilarious? Or that one has been gifted with an abundant sense of humor? Which is, in fact, an essential coping mechanism tool for being alive, not to mention a vent, an outlet for all that stuff continually bubbling under the surface? Alas! You can’t help it when it strikes Lainie – and you have me laughing at my vision of your grimace in trying to contain the riotousness.
And now, of course, I’m dying to know… :O
I’d tell you – although it might take me down a peg in your esteem. Let’s just say one involved a line from the movie “Airplane” and the others…innuendo…
Ohhhh my, Airplane… say no more!🤣
My brother and I used to call each other or text each other just with the lines…
“Johnny, what do you make of this? “
“A pterodactyl?”
My
Single
Favorite
Word
🤣
I have had to walk out of a funeral once because of an inappropriate thought at the most inappropriate time, all exacerbated by location. Most thought I was overcome with grief. They had no idea the tears streaming down my face were from laughter.
Glad to know I’m not the only one who’s been hit with that bug. Really though – I’m not sure what was harder: holding the joke in, or not having anyone to tell it to…
The latter. Definitely the latter. Jokes are meant to be shared.