It's just funny.

“It’s just funny”

That’s something those closest to me are accustomed to hearing, as it is often my excuse for bursting into a random fit of giggles.  Caught up in the world solely visible to me, replaying humorous events or envisioning possible interactions and encounters, out of my gut bubbles noises of delight. Of course, these bubbles overtake my being and entrance me to continuously laugh to the point at which I can’t remember the original entrancement. When left to explain myself, I often end up with a lack of words, and wonderful ‘memories’ that never happened.

It’s just funny.

How is it that you can be somewhere, but feel like you’re somewhere else? Caught in the purgatory between darkness and dreamland, my mind can take me to dozens and dozens of places, as rapid as film in a movie player. How is it that I can be laying in a bed in China, but feel my father shuffling down the hall? How is it that I can smell the kitchen on Old Ivy, or feel the cool counter tops in the tips of my fingers while laying in a bed, 7,000 miles away? What does it mean when I can feel someones hand in mine who is on the other side of the world? It’s just funny what our memory allows us to remember, and what it makes us forget. I am continually surprised by the vividness that is created and experienced, trapped behind my eyes, electronically firing through neurons.

It’s just funny.

My mind, when left to wander, will come up with completely ridiculous and unrealistic scenarios on its own. It is not a dog, it cannot be taken to Training School. It is not diseased and Ritalin won’t do a thing. My mind quickly and efficiently creates its own sagas and soap operas, most of which end in tears exploding from my face in needing to say goodbye to one whom I hold dear. Some of which involve re-living instances of the past and changing a thing or six. Still yet some of them involve achieving, reaching for a particular goal which the figment of my imagination wanted, but not me. Once in a leap year, they end with a happily ever after.

It’s just ...funny.

A Little Hint

Dear men who would like to date me,

If you’re looking for a way to steal my heart, let me give you a hint: take me to a place with water and lights. Preferably to a place where one could see the reflection of lights on the water. Deal=sealed.

Theres something purely magical about lights and water. I don’t know if that’s something that years of Disney has installed in me, or it it’s actually something so beautiful that it makes us as humans want it and crave it.

Our team found ourselves wandering the streets of Guangzhou and we came across lights and water and a skyline that made our jaws drop and makes cooing sounds escape from our mouths. Entranced would be the proper term to describe exactly what happened. We were captivated by the artistic and mystical atmosphere that was created by lush palm trees, pods of water that sprouted lanterns and lights, illuminated greenery, and a warm and gentle breeze. Together we joked that our hearts were stolen and never going back to the frozen tundra that we came from.

…don’t worry, we will.