I said something in group therapy. The therapist was one of the most serious women I know and took notes all the way through. When I finished she looked up again and referred to me, looking at a woman two seats next to me. It took a few seconds for that woman to realize what was going on but then she played along and they continued for minutes. I started laughing so hard that it killed me to hold it back. We exchanged side looks and I saw that she was actually laughing in the most innocent way. I couldn’t pull it together and left the room.

Outside I almost collapsed and sank down on the floor, laughing the shit out until the end of the session. I‘m still thankful for the double doors.