I hate my laugh. I used to have a kind of 'in front of company' laugh and a real laugh (something I imagine I developed from my mother, whose 'company' laugh is perfectly artificial). Just in the past couple of months, I have noticed my real laugh doesn't sound like anything I recognize. It bursts from the back of my throat with a volume that alarms all in proximity. I wonder if I need to temper hilarious situations until I get this under control.
I have been doing my best at this aim by filling my schedule with to do lists a person can't possibly accomplish in the frame of three weeks and second guessing my ability to plan a relaxing vacation. It doesn't help that I just finished
Frankenstein tonight. Who knew it wouldn't be the heartwarming feel-good I was led to believe from
Young Frankenstein. I feel like their should have been a warning of some kind.
