There Are times when I feel hysterical, my hands go crazy and its like they don’t belong to me anymore, something has taken over me, rage, desire for their head it all goes crazy it isn’t just my hands is my whole body acting like I don’t exist
It’s a pretty funny thing to be hysterical. Gotta love being with your friends and laughing at something so funny, that you go into hysterics. I miss those times. I love being up all night and being so slap happy in the morning, that you don’t know what to do with yourself.
He opens his mouth and let’s out a raucous sound. It’s frightening and chilling as he continues to go off. He’s laughing someone realizes. He is clenching his side doubling over, laughing like a maniac.
She was hysterical, but I suppose that was to be expected, under the circumstances. There were people everywhere, but not the right ones. There wasn’t a familiar face to to be found when all she needed was a hand to touch her shoulder and comfort her for one second. This was the worst day of her life and she was alone.
He had already seen this word before and don’t want to here about it anymore. Please make him fell more comfortable and bring him some deliciuos drink with ice and of course some cookies. make this rainy autumn day happier.
Hy-STER-ical. It’s what that really annoying girl just outside your window exclaims in her embarrassing American-teenage accent to the person she’s with.
excited. agitated. over the top with emotion, brimming over, taking you over, suffocating you. no good reason, many fantastic reasons, you are trapped inside yourself and there is no way out by yourself. it is impossible to escape without your own help. nobody can save you
I hate that monkey. He always still my bananas. He make me fell so hysterical. Anyway, I enjoy playing football with him. He quite good, and though weird.
In Hism, it’s viewed as an impt value to have material pleasures and joys, but in Bism, you should be unattached to such things. In Hism, it’s viewed as a taste of Brahman to have happiness (sensual or otherwise) on earth.
i fell the universe is going to contribute to my sucsess in this one way trip to the eternity, all is in my favor, all the power with me, everything is ok and will be for ever
Jen felt almost hysterical. 40 seconds ago her stalkee typed something on FB. She was around! Quickly, Jen checked all the usual places, throwing out all the beacons. Hoping that maybe today would be the day they could briefly connect, if even for just one last time.
Nothing happened. 20 minutes went by.
Still, nothing.
Jenny began to realize what a fool she’d been. How unfair it all was. And how clouded her judgment had become due to lust and lost love. (If only Jen could think of another “L” word!)
It is done. Stalkee said as much. With good reason! And she was, in the cold light of a Spring morning, absolutely right. Jenn knew it needed to stop.
For them both, they each represented something missing in the every day. And it was easiest to silly putty in those holes through rekindling feelings that never left them. A unique, deep connection. Stalkee was, after all, the best flirter ever.
While they both wanted and enjoyed the same thing for awhile – a rich intellectual connection – things had become uneven. The cost was too great for one of them. And that, in a word, is dreadful. (Helluva oneword!)
This cost needed respect.
But why is it so hard to stay away? Well, the obvious answer, love, was still there. Also, recent events on Jen’s side had changed a bit, making her reality more uncomfortable and unpleasant. Their World became a necessary coping mechanism for her. Yet, now, in this indirect and cryptic shift in communication channels, had become unsatisfying.
Intellectually, Jenny knew her love was right to stop. But emotionally, she couldn’t help but want to share more.
Of course, this is something they both shared. And still do. Just change up the pronouns! Or something like that.
This shared pain does offer some comfort. It is but a snack. And it tasted like cardboard.
What they both wanted was a five course Italian meal. Something that needed to be savored. Each course made up of words and feelings…crafted lovingly…thoroughly satisfying.
Two, please!
By the end of today, Jen will grab her herring and move on.
It was, finally, time.
She moved on happy and truly thankful for the experience. It was, in another oneword, incredible! There was more to celebrate there that words don’t capture.
Yes, the ending was a little out of control. And they both hated that. But with time, that little hiccup will fade.
Days, months and years will do their magic, allowing both to more fully enjoy their unique, shared experience. That special connection will never fade. Joyful. Loving. And fun!
It will become, again, a fond one away from a fine reality.
lalalalalaa said the hysterical chicken as he was trying to tell me about radian and squares. i also didnt know what the fuck a quadrant was ahhhhhh i am more hysterical right now!!!
laughing out loud with friends. When something is so funny that you cannot help but keel over. OR when you are crying so hard you cannot catch your breath quick enough. There are many levels of hysterical. There is good hysterical, bad hysterical, crazy hysterical.
That was completely hysterical – so hysterical that the milk she was drinking shot out of her nostrils, so hysterical that she couldn’t breathe, so hysterical that her stomach hurt.
I think that this word is funny. so funny in fact that i am doubled over in laughter. baha, haha, haha. i dont have anything more to say, in fact.. i’m really not laughing at all. isnt that tragic? tragic. ironic that i would say tragic, since i am talking about the work hysterical. hmm. this paragraph is getting worse and worse as i go. hmm. hmm, says i.
Have we become too stoic? Because I’m sick of the sharp whispers and quiet remonstrations I get with each of my hysterical reactions. I’m sick of being told that I’m not allowed to wail and scream and swear and bang my fists against the walls.
I’m sick of being told to suppress the vibrant emotions that prove that I’m alive.
so funny that i can not stop laughing but then i start crying and screaming and laughing again and shouting and hopping and bopping and thumping and racing and craziness madness total and utter madness sill silly me silly silly i cant stop i am spewing emotion….completly hysterical that is what i am yes…hysterical.
hysterical. it’s spelt strange. compared to hilarious. i suppose it’s not necessarily hilarious though. hysterical can mean good and bad. it’s just a great good or bed attacking your rib cage as you make random noises. or silent noises. silent noises? hysterical is an extreme. hysterical.
And sunsets make blood waves across deep ocean skies. And children scream when they hear their mothers die. They die when they jump into the blood waves of ocean skies, depths of which not unseen. Blinded by the deep red of light reflecting off the surface of the earth. When father’s see their daughters cry grief is consuming. They are hysterical.
i love laugihing it makes me happy, hysterical is a word that i think of and i start to laugh and i think of picture sof laughter and people laugihing its fun and i love to laugh laughing is life > without laughing i wouldnt have life. i life to make people laugh and i live to laugh and see funny things thats all i want in my life. laughter is godsgreatst gift and the best
Hysterical laughter is terrifying. It causes hysterical reactions and can lead to hysterical consequences. Hysteria is not meant for the public. A hysterical public will lead to a hysterical country, a hysterical continent, a hysterical world. We can’t have that now, can we? We’re already heading in that direction, no need for hysterical laughter.
Ha Ha! The ones who are hysterical never know it. That’s awareness for you! A screechy voice dragging you down with sharp words, like a knife. A maniacal obsession that carries the patch of ‘love’ or ‘belonging’. A ghost of the itchy mind that knows no balm.
I loved it when we saw that older couple celebrating a birthday or anniversary and when the cake came out with a sparkler on it.. he said… “Oh my goodness, can you imagine that?” He had a bit of an accent and it was rather cute. It left us in hysterics all night and it’s even a quote that we’ll carry on with us forever. I’ll never forget his voice in my mind.. he’ll never know that he made an impact on someone..
My best friend and I love watching Glee, and most of the time we like to copy the dances that are shown. We tried filming ourselves on video doing “Single Ladies”, but I fell to the floor laughing hysterically not even halfway into the dance routine. Epic fail.
My best friend and I love watching Glee, and most of the time we like to copy the dances that are shown. We tried filming us on video doing Single Ladies, but I fell to the floor laughing hysterically. Epic fail.
The hysterical laughter wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop herself. She was in tears and laughing all at the same time. Overwhelming was the one word that came to mind. Everything was so overwhelming in that moment. Nothing else could possibly go wrong and there was a sense of comedic in that. There was a sense of comedy that led to her burst of laughter. That led to her bout of uncontrolled hysteria. No one knew what to do or how to comfort her. She took gasping breaths through the laughter and tears trying to regain her control…
that is what you are… I have no idea why I am even here – and that is ^ that as well…. odd that I did this – and am writing as well. maybe I should stop… I bet
Laughing has never felt so deranged, so forced, so emotionally explosive. She was breaking up on the inside, her mind splitting and tearing and her stomach was on fire and all she could do, all she could manage, was a high, keening laughter that spit from her mouth.
I can’t get hysterical anymore. My heart has been twisted and compressed, and now it is a hard little ball, and no more tears can be wrung out of it. I smile now, and you think that’s even worse.
someone in panic. someone laughing histerically. someone in a frenzy or extreme frightened state. someone going through extreme joy for example, winning the lottery
Crying and sobbing are not immediate words that came to my mind. Why the hesitation? Laughing was too easy. Laughter soothes the soul. Sometimes i giggle, is this considered a type of laugh? Hysterical can be a synonym for crazy.
There Are times when I feel hysterical, my hands go crazy and its like they don’t belong to me anymore, something has taken over me, rage, desire for their head it all goes crazy it isn’t just my hands is my whole body acting like I don’t exist
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It’s a pretty funny thing to be hysterical. Gotta love being with your friends and laughing at something so funny, that you go into hysterics. I miss those times. I love being up all night and being so slap happy in the morning, that you don’t know what to do with yourself.
He opens his mouth and let’s out a raucous sound. It’s frightening and chilling as he continues to go off. He’s laughing someone realizes. He is clenching his side doubling over, laughing like a maniac.
She was hysterical, but I suppose that was to be expected, under the circumstances. There were people everywhere, but not the right ones. There wasn’t a familiar face to to be found when all she needed was a hand to touch her shoulder and comfort her for one second. This was the worst day of her life and she was alone.
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funny, laughing, goofy. A good time. Embarrassing.
He had already seen this word before and don’t want to here about it anymore. Please make him fell more comfortable and bring him some deliciuos drink with ice and of course some cookies. make this rainy autumn day happier.
Hy-STER-ical. It’s what that really annoying girl just outside your window exclaims in her embarrassing American-teenage accent to the person she’s with.
excited. agitated. over the top with emotion, brimming over, taking you over, suffocating you. no good reason, many fantastic reasons, you are trapped inside yourself and there is no way out by yourself. it is impossible to escape without your own help. nobody can save you
I hate that monkey. He always still my bananas. He make me fell so hysterical. Anyway, I enjoy playing football with him. He quite good, and though weird.
In Hism, it’s viewed as an impt value to have material pleasures and joys, but in Bism, you should be unattached to such things. In Hism, it’s viewed as a taste of Brahman to have happiness (sensual or otherwise) on earth.
i fell the universe is going to contribute to my sucsess in this one way trip to the eternity, all is in my favor, all the power with me, everything is ok and will be for ever
Jen felt almost hysterical. 40 seconds ago her stalkee typed something on FB. She was around! Quickly, Jen checked all the usual places, throwing out all the beacons. Hoping that maybe today would be the day they could briefly connect, if even for just one last time.
Nothing happened. 20 minutes went by.
Still, nothing.
Jenny began to realize what a fool she’d been. How unfair it all was. And how clouded her judgment had become due to lust and lost love. (If only Jen could think of another “L” word!)
It is done. Stalkee said as much. With good reason! And she was, in the cold light of a Spring morning, absolutely right. Jenn knew it needed to stop.
For them both, they each represented something missing in the every day. And it was easiest to silly putty in those holes through rekindling feelings that never left them. A unique, deep connection. Stalkee was, after all, the best flirter ever.
While they both wanted and enjoyed the same thing for awhile – a rich intellectual connection – things had become uneven. The cost was too great for one of them. And that, in a word, is dreadful. (Helluva oneword!)
This cost needed respect.
But why is it so hard to stay away? Well, the obvious answer, love, was still there. Also, recent events on Jen’s side had changed a bit, making her reality more uncomfortable and unpleasant. Their World became a necessary coping mechanism for her. Yet, now, in this indirect and cryptic shift in communication channels, had become unsatisfying.
Intellectually, Jenny knew her love was right to stop. But emotionally, she couldn’t help but want to share more.
Of course, this is something they both shared. And still do. Just change up the pronouns! Or something like that.
This shared pain does offer some comfort. It is but a snack. And it tasted like cardboard.
What they both wanted was a five course Italian meal. Something that needed to be savored. Each course made up of words and feelings…crafted lovingly…thoroughly satisfying.
Two, please!
By the end of today, Jen will grab her herring and move on.
It was, finally, time.
She moved on happy and truly thankful for the experience. It was, in another oneword, incredible! There was more to celebrate there that words don’t capture.
Yes, the ending was a little out of control. And they both hated that. But with time, that little hiccup will fade.
Days, months and years will do their magic, allowing both to more fully enjoy their unique, shared experience. That special connection will never fade. Joyful. Loving. And fun!
It will become, again, a fond one away from a fine reality.
Ciao!
lalalalalaa said the hysterical chicken as he was trying to tell me about radian and squares. i also didnt know what the fuck a quadrant was ahhhhhh i am more hysterical right now!!!
Funny Maddie my kids mike the dogs people falling down funniest videos comedians that show that they jump on stuff and fall in water
laughing out loud with friends. When something is so funny that you cannot help but keel over. OR when you are crying so hard you cannot catch your breath quick enough. There are many levels of hysterical. There is good hysterical, bad hysterical, crazy hysterical.
That was completely hysterical – so hysterical that the milk she was drinking shot out of her nostrils, so hysterical that she couldn’t breathe, so hysterical that her stomach hurt.
I think that this word is funny. so funny in fact that i am doubled over in laughter. baha, haha, haha. i dont have anything more to say, in fact.. i’m really not laughing at all. isnt that tragic? tragic. ironic that i would say tragic, since i am talking about the work hysterical. hmm. this paragraph is getting worse and worse as i go. hmm. hmm, says i.
Have we become too stoic? Because I’m sick of the sharp whispers and quiet remonstrations I get with each of my hysterical reactions. I’m sick of being told that I’m not allowed to wail and scream and swear and bang my fists against the walls.
I’m sick of being told to suppress the vibrant emotions that prove that I’m alive.
so funny that i can not stop laughing but then i start crying and screaming and laughing again and shouting and hopping and bopping and thumping and racing and craziness madness total and utter madness sill silly me silly silly i cant stop i am spewing emotion….completly hysterical that is what i am yes…hysterical.
naci
hysterical. it’s spelt strange. compared to hilarious. i suppose it’s not necessarily hilarious though. hysterical can mean good and bad. it’s just a great good or bed attacking your rib cage as you make random noises. or silent noises. silent noises? hysterical is an extreme. hysterical.
And sunsets make blood waves across deep ocean skies. And children scream when they hear their mothers die. They die when they jump into the blood waves of ocean skies, depths of which not unseen. Blinded by the deep red of light reflecting off the surface of the earth. When father’s see their daughters cry grief is consuming. They are hysterical.
OUT OF THIS WORLD, MAN.
One punchline after another. You’ve got to be kidding! Oh yeah, you are. Kudos, you are one contagious ball of hysteria. Spread the insanity, brotha!
i love laugihing it makes me happy, hysterical is a word that i think of and i start to laugh and i think of picture sof laughter and people laugihing its fun and i love to laugh laughing is life > without laughing i wouldnt have life. i life to make people laugh and i live to laugh and see funny things thats all i want in my life. laughter is godsgreatst gift and the best
i was hysterical about the spider that landed on my head. so much so that i nearly beat my own head in with a hammer trying to kill it.
Hysterical laughter is terrifying. It causes hysterical reactions and can lead to hysterical consequences. Hysteria is not meant for the public. A hysterical public will lead to a hysterical country, a hysterical continent, a hysterical world. We can’t have that now, can we? We’re already heading in that direction, no need for hysterical laughter.
Ha Ha! The ones who are hysterical never know it. That’s awareness for you! A screechy voice dragging you down with sharp words, like a knife. A maniacal obsession that carries the patch of ‘love’ or ‘belonging’. A ghost of the itchy mind that knows no balm.
I loved it when we saw that older couple celebrating a birthday or anniversary and when the cake came out with a sparkler on it.. he said… “Oh my goodness, can you imagine that?” He had a bit of an accent and it was rather cute. It left us in hysterics all night and it’s even a quote that we’ll carry on with us forever. I’ll never forget his voice in my mind.. he’ll never know that he made an impact on someone..
My best friend and I love watching Glee, and most of the time we like to copy the dances that are shown. We tried filming ourselves on video doing “Single Ladies”, but I fell to the floor laughing hysterically not even halfway into the dance routine. Epic fail.
That’s how i feel when I work. Advertsing’s crazy funny, shitty, strange, but it’s a business I love. Together with barbiturates:)
My best friend and I love watching Glee, and most of the time we like to copy the dances that are shown. We tried filming us on video doing Single Ladies, but I fell to the floor laughing hysterically. Epic fail.
The hysterical laughter wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop herself. She was in tears and laughing all at the same time. Overwhelming was the one word that came to mind. Everything was so overwhelming in that moment. Nothing else could possibly go wrong and there was a sense of comedic in that. There was a sense of comedy that led to her burst of laughter. That led to her bout of uncontrolled hysteria. No one knew what to do or how to comfort her. She took gasping breaths through the laughter and tears trying to regain her control…
that is what you are… I have no idea why I am even here – and that is ^ that as well…. odd that I did this – and am writing as well. maybe I should stop… I bet
Laughing has never felt so deranged, so forced, so emotionally explosive. She was breaking up on the inside, her mind splitting and tearing and her stomach was on fire and all she could do, all she could manage, was a high, keening laughter that spit from her mouth.
Hysterical is when you’re laughing so much you cry. Or crying so much you laugh. It’s being crazy, out-of-control, drunk on emotions.
I can’t get hysterical anymore. My heart has been twisted and compressed, and now it is a hard little ball, and no more tears can be wrung out of it. I smile now, and you think that’s even worse.
someone in panic. someone laughing histerically. someone in a frenzy or extreme frightened state. someone going through extreme joy for example, winning the lottery
Crying and sobbing are not immediate words that came to my mind. Why the hesitation? Laughing was too easy. Laughter soothes the soul. Sometimes i giggle, is this considered a type of laugh? Hysterical can be a synonym for crazy.