Sunday, February 14, 2016

HAPPINESS



About being "happy" in a state of the giggles, laughter out loud gregariously, overeating stuffing oneself to sniggle, to chuckle, laughing at others when they fail, a sense of happiness that tips blows off your wig, slapstick, black humor, sarcasm, the Three Stooges knocking out each other's teeth, silent movies to laugh not knowing what you are laughing at, to not be able to stop laughing, needing to catch your breath, tickled, tumultuous.

To stiffen your body with good time after good time, seeing stars in a heaven instead of a ceiling, roaring at someone when they make a mistake, seeing someone fall on your discarded banana peal, finding fault everywhere with everyone and laughing at them into the ground, to be happy when someone loses, to win a contest and to then begin to squeal like a pig, to talk loudly attracting the attention of others as if you are in a spotlight, to think all eyes are upon you following you, to think you are a big deal, to be happy about these falsehoods, to be happy but not to be thankful to G-d, to steal happiness from others as they then become unhappy.

To must force a smile at someone else's will, to be smiley, to wink at others and confuse them as to your intentions, to be in a happy state of mind tripping clumsily in dance steps through tulips breathing heavy, feeling glorious as if everything every place is a tipsy tulip garden where to jerkily jump rope.

Not seeing the hopelessness of the hungry, ignoring someone who is suffering, to always be happy at another's expense, kicking down a beggar and being happy because you still have money in your pocket, happiness coming and you cannot stop it, mood swinging upwards higher and higher, not coming down-to-earth, unstable sappy outlandish emotions, laughing when there is nothing to laugh at, imagining something at which to laugh, not being able to stop.

Giggly, bubbly, like a kid, sucking on suckers, a second childhood, nothing to get done that matters, happily throwing all your goals out the window, skipping galloping kicking autumn leaves, not going anywhere, tossing out responsibility. In a fit of laughter when someone needs you, not being able to come down out of a second heaven, energies soaring and seizing.

Laughing yourself to death.

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