Is there anything worse? I mean…really?
I’m talking about the forced laughter that you squeeze from your diaphragm during social situations where everyone else is GENUINELY laughing. Forced laughter with other people who are ALSO fake laughing can feel okay…like we’re all in this shitty, non-funny situation together and I guess we all have social skills so good for us, kind of thing.
They’re all in it together. Solidarity in fake laughing (also anyone else watch this movie (Liar Liar) like, 5 million times when they were younger like me?)
But no, I’m talking about when you are the only one.
This is a dramatic re-enactment. I was actually having a nice time when this photo was taken. But for illustrative purposes, it’s serving as a ‘forced laughter’ depiction.
I don’t know what it is about ME, but I have found myself in many social situations where the other person or people is laughing, genuinely and HARD, at something that just doesn’t tickle my funny bone. I feel obligated to join them in their merriment, yet cannot manage to get so much as a legit giggle out of myself. So I sort of drag out this fake guffawing…I think it’s pretty convincing. I even take big deep breaths in between, like it’s all just TOO FUNNY and let me get some more oxygen here.
That’s about as genuine as my laughter feels on the inside.
I swear, I’ve often tried to imagine what the Dementor’s Kiss
feels like, and I’ve concluded that, fake laughing along has got to come pretty close. Basically, I’d say, take the amazing, mental and physical HIGH you get from sharing a legitimate laugh session with someone, and then flip that feeling around to it’s evil twin. It’s just as bad as the real-deal is good.
Ultimately, what does it say about me that I’d rather suffer through this soul-sucking pantomime than actually just show people my true, unamused reaction? People-please