The incident I am about to recount happened well over a year ago, but I have thought about the incident a lot, and whenever I do it brings a smile to my face.
Laughter, in its purest form, is communicable.
I have a friend whose pure laugh is probably the best I have ever heard. I won’t say who he or she is, in case they happen to be so bored one day they come to my blog and look for something to read. I don’t want to embarrass anyone unduly.
A group of us was watching a movie which I have seen well over seven thousand times, and know word for word, twitch by twitch. It still makes me laugh, but it is almost hypnotic when I view it now due to my familiarity with the material. My friend hadn’t seen the movie since being a child. This friend laughed so long and so loud at almost every joke in the movie that it became a whole new viewing experience: something akin to watching Rocky Horror in a crowded theatre full of fishnets and toast. The group of us were all fairly well acquainted with the movie, but because of the reaction of the friend everyone was laughing raucously as if viewing it for the first time.
Each joke took on a new flavour, and I began to anticipate the reaction to upcoming jokes I knew would deliver. It became a different movie.
And more than that, I felt I knew my friend in a different way than I had before. I can honestly say that my relationship with this person has been changed for the better since that occasion.
What am I trying to say?
I’m not fully sure myself, but I’m beginning to think laughter is holy.