I am blessed to know many very, very funny people. A lot of them live in my gchat*, and talk to me when I should be sleeping, eating, working, or pumping iron. Often, something they say makes me laugh, and I tell them.
“Oh my god, I just laughed so hard I gagged on my coffee.”
“I just snorted in this quiet cafe. Thanks, asshole.”
“That made me LOL for a solid ten seconds.”
Each time I do this, though, it feels uncomfortably like the comedy equivalent of cybersex. Because it’s the same thing, right? You’re essentially live-blogging your own physical reactions for another person’s benefit.
“Hey, girl. Tell me how hard I made you laugh. Mm, yeah.”
“You laughed until your coffee did what? [heavy breathing]”
“Mmmm, tell me more about falling out of your chair.”
This is a feeling I’ve had for years.
I just floated all this by my (very funny) friend Linda. Her response:
“Ugh. You just made ‘lol’ gross.”
Well, now I’ve ruined it for everyone. You’re welcome!
*(I literally mean “inside the program”, because I was a liberal arts major, and this is where my technology comprehension ends.)