We give in. We give in and it feels so good, and now we’re riding those good feelings as far as we can. Because laughter is finite. Even at peak hilarity, when you lose control of your body and your anxieties and all those other horrible details that make you human, in the back of your mind you know that it cannot last. None of it. This beautiful terror will end, same as a heartbreaking movie or an outburst of anger or a particularly delicious bowl of ice cream. Everything ends. So our laughter shrinks within our bellies, turning from great cascading waves to nothing more than a ripple.
