This had to have been an epidsode of Seinfeld. This woman sat next to me at the workshop last weekend during our lunch break. We were chatting about all sorts of things. We shared some laughs. She laughed more at her own funnies than at mine, which was fine. I wasn’t doing my A material. The thing that bothered me is she’s one of those long-laughers. You know, where something funny is said and you both laugh for a moment but then the other person continues laughing way too long? And it gets awkward for the person who isn’t laughing? Especially because the one who is laughing won’t break eye contact? So, to combat the awkwardness of you not peeing your pants because it’s sooooo funny, you kind of shake your head and say, “Man, that’s funny”? But there are only so many times you can say that without looking crazy so you eventually just find a way to leave the conversation?
Yeah. It was like that.
Put me in a room full of 10, no 100, no 1,000 “normal” people and one crazy one, and I can guarantee you that I’ll end up having some sort of awkward interaction with the crazy person.