His laugh is weird. So is he. So am I.
Every once in a while, he starts laughing like a machine gun; quickly and rapidly. Then he looks off into the air and talks to someone who isn’t there.
Now he is dancing in his seat. Not aggressively, but slightly bouncing and bobbing.
He looks like a college football player. Tall and built like a brick house. There is a small black backpack next to him. His hoodie is black, his pants are black, his shoes are black, and he is black. His hair though, orange.
He is watching something on his phone.
It is Saturday morning and I am at Starbucks sitting three seats from him. I have a little ritual where I find a Starbucks with a comfy seat to drink hot tea and write in my journal. Mainly, to try and figure out my life. This morning I asked ChatGPT this prompt:
Act like a life coach and personal coach with a psychology background and coach me by asking me several coaching questions in a row about what I want, the obstacles in the way, and how to create a plan to move toward my goals
The damn thing did it. That robot continually asked me better and better questions. It’s the end of the world people, I swear to God.
Anywho, the crazy dude keeps laughing. Not obnoxiously. It’s almost like he knows he is nuts and doesn’t want to create a scene. Same.
I wonder who is crazier, me or him. I wonder who is crazier, me or you. I think we are all crazy. Thank God.
This dude has been laughing, to himself, for the past hour. I am dying to know what he is watching on his phone.
I heard a smart man say something this week that got me thinking. His name is Mo and he was Chief Business Officer at Google [X], Google's 'moonshot factory' of innovation, which he said could be the 2nd best job in the world. He quit though and now studies happiness because his 21-year-old son died during a simple, ten-minute appendix surgery because the surgeons made five dumb errors. Anyway, he set a goal to help 1 billion people feel happier. He’s the kind of guy that gets shit done. A lot of shit.
He has books and yada, yada, yada but is also creating an app with A.I. that will help you feel happier. God help us all. Mo help us all.
He said that every night before he goes to bed he watches a sitcom. The same sitcom. He does this because he said whatever we focus on prior to sleep will ruminate in our minds as we sleep and dream. Watch a horror movie, have nightmares. Watch a sitcom, have happy dreams.
I guess he is right. Google nerd.
Laughter. Like my buddy here who is bananas. Bananas but happy. Anybody who laughs for hours can not not be happy. How about that for a dramatically incorrect sentence? Stuff it.
Laugher heals us. It’s the time when we truly feel joy and happiness. I think we should have happiness rituals like we have these dumb ice baths, hyperventilating breathwork, $200 Athletic Greens powder, and Pickleball.
Laughter.
Maybe A.I. can make us laugh more in the future. Until then, fill your mind with humor and practice laughter. Watch comedies before bed and hang out with the crazies in coffee shops, like me.
Trey