By ChicaMod Editor
You must have seen those annoyingly happy people in the street. They giggle to themselves, seemingly with some private nostalgia for good times gone by. Sometimes the memory of a joke becomes so intense that they burst into lunacy; cackling to themselves. And as you watch, you wonder –sometimes shamelessly hope- that their happiness is not happiness but traces of schizophrenia, and that they are laughing with the voices in their head.
Oh, you jealous sod!
No, they are not laughing with strange unseen forces. They are laughing because life is their mistress. Life brings them breakfast in bed, along with a smattering of red-hot kisses upon their collars. Don’t you see the stains there? Look; look closely at them.
They are laughing because they figured out that crying isn’t much help. Their heels just broke, but they find it hilarious. Their heel-broken wobble reminds them of that guy at the airport who took three hours to walk from the check-out counter to the taxi-cab. So they laugh, not because that lame guy’s walk was hilarious, but because somehow they now find themselves in the exact locomotion-challenged predicament.
And as they walk past you, you shake your head and pity them. You are too proud –and bitter- to admit that deep down, you envy them too. Deep down, you even love the sound of their laugh.
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