hysterical is the world around us, hysterics found in everything. hysterics is happy and it is sad. hysterical is the way men look at young women, turning women into hysterical masses of flesh
Jackie Ayars
My friend Audrey who told me about this site is the first thing that comes to mind when I see the word hysterical. She is, by far, the funniest person I know. She could tell a story about something mundane and have everyone around her in hysterics. I miss he rbeing at school tonthis day and it’s been four years since she was in the classroom next to me, maybe more since I can’t count bc I only have sixty seconds to type Nd not Enoch time to think it through and do the math. This arms much longer than sixty seconds. Are you sure it stops automaticLly? Apologize for typos. On my iPhone and not checking spelling due to time limit. Okay I’m stopping now because I KNOW it has been morethan sixty seconds!
Michelle
Laughter. All consuming, it spirals up to the sky, a mess of spheres and sharp points. You’ve lost your rational explanations.
Nam Nammy
hysterical is waiting for you to come back and going through life with a hollow pit in the sound of your laugh. hysteria should not be a disorder when you consider infinity, consider the finite and your families flesh. hysteria is a form of normalcy.
Holly
I was hysterical that night. Anyone would have been, at least. I thought so.
My mom said, “Get a grip. He was just a high school sweetheart.”
My brother said, “He scored with her? Wow!”
I just whimpered. Hysterically.
hysterically laughing
hysterically smiling
hysterically crying
they all hit me at once
i don’t know what to do.
which emotion to feel.
is it the end
should i laugh it off
i want to go away forever
and sit.
and not feel a single thing.
get me away from here.
Kira Carlton
I heard the laughter out in the hallway, and opened my door, just a little. Just enough to see the dark carpet and the white washed walls. Just enough to hear that girl keep crying, start screaming, make sounds that should have driven her mad, to keep hearing inside her own skull.
It’s the way she sounded when I heard her boyfriend broke up with her.
The way I imagine he sounded inside his own head when she left him at prom for someone else.
I guess it’s the way you sound when your heart breaks.
the crazy lies inside…
it knows ways to get out and finds them.
it may be quiet… dormant at times…
but it never sleeps…
crazy is on the edge.
Nate
I laugh, you laugh. I cry with my laughter and let myself feel finally. I haven’t felt like this in so long. It wasn’t even that funny, but I couldn’t control the giggles that escaped me. Emotions were so foreign. I needed this. i needed this laughter! <3 i needed to feel.
Christina Pruitt
women can get hysterical, yes, maybe. so can men, which is equally ugly. getting hysterical just hurt people. no benefit, like smoking.
Kaorita
This is how I feel when I can’t take any more noise or chaos or work load. When the amount of thing s for which I am responsible outweighs my capabilities of handling it. It makes my skin HURT. I feel hysterical.
I like hysterical laughter better, though. The uncontrolled laughing from the belly!
80price
So the other day, he made me laugh. A lot. He said something funny, and I can’t help but respon in my natural way. It was hysterical, whatever it was. But the details don’t matter because it’s him, and I love him, and I lke to think he loves me to. If there ever were to be anything between us and then it ended, I would hysterical then too.
Judi
funny. i think im hysterical. richie is pretty funny. daddys funny. if somethings really hysterical, i will start crying from laughing so hard. people who think they’re hysterical but really aren’t, piss me off.
Renee
the most hysterical things in life are those moments where you can be yourself with the one person you love the most and you can both be complete dorks and just laugh at each other for it. Genuinely laugh at the random stupid things that you wish you could just save forever.
carissa
the idea that you affect me is hysterical you have just been a rude horrible figure in my life and if you think you can still come around and affect my entire life is so funny im in hysterics believe it or not you mean nothing to me anymore so deal with that
sara
the days pass by and this hysteria worsens , i can’t tell if im laughing or if im still hurting .
i can’t breath i can’t sleep it keeps me up all night and follows me throw the day .
that’s just it hysteria doesn’t mean you happy or your alone it just means that your feel so much , you ‘ve lost control .
Cierra
Bob was hysterical when his pet dinasour drowned in the Bermuda Triangle.
Linden
since when is there a “y”? i was thinking about this the other day, the world is weird. whats the point of shit like that? its like naming 2 different fruits the same thing, there arent 2 bananas, just one, one fucking banana. This is so much better than homework. im sure that id need to spell well in my homework. it rhymed.<
Ben Fink
Blind hatred
Gone mad
Simply crazy
Not that sad…
Gone hysterical
Out of your mind
Can’t even think
Almost gone blind
Blind from laughing
Mad from tears
Hope you’re quiet enough
So that no one hears
Once you’ve gone hysterical,
It’s hard to go back
Back to sanity
Back on track
Just accept it now
You’ve gone just wild
You’ll never be normal
You impetuous child
Okay this is not FAIR! Not ferking fair! I was in line for that job, not him. I’m the one who worked my arse off and suffered our shitty boss’s crap! Why did HE get the promotion?? I’m so angry right now…GRRRRRRR!!!! AAaaaaargh. I need a coffee, damn it!!
Dayle Morrison
HYSTERICAL:that death would come so hard and fast that it makes even the most steadfast of us doubt should come as no surprise.because:I doubt,therefore I think,therefore I am.
We laughed and we cried. They were hysterical. The group was the best group we had ever seen. Their improvisation was incredible and right on the dot. They were clean, they were modern and they were the best. We have to go back. All of my friends agree with me. We plan on going tomorrow night but I don’t know. I have plans and it was a lot of money.
After an episode of depression, everything suddenly became hysterically funny. She wasn’t sure why. But there she was, practically pissing herself over youtube videos about history. It was better than being sad, anyway. She preferred it this way. The only problem was that it only happened after an episode, not at any other time.
Just because you hurt me doesn’t mean I will give you the pleasure of messing with my emotions. I am not going to go hysterical and cry myself to sleep at night, no I am stronger than that, I am better than that and the fact that you didn’t see that is your loss, not mine. So if you are waiting for a show, you’ve come to the wrong place.
My family, everyone is one big ball of hysterical emotions. Whether it be crying one minute to laughing about something the next. We are who we are even if i don’t show it; I love them I guess.
Out of nowhere, Jensen heard a shriek of hysterical laughter blasting across the landscape. He decided to follow the sound and when he crossed the ditch into a field he saw her standing there with her arms outstretched and her head tiled back, face gazing at the sky, howling like a madwoman at the drity snow falling from the dark sky.
Oh gee, you are too fucking funny. Like, I’m grasping my sides and gasping for breath. The look on your face, oh wow! I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this hard in my life. The pain in your face right now, the one you feel because I took everything you ever loved like you did to me so long ago.
That man was hysterical, crying, begging, and wanting his children back. No matter what he said no one paid him any attention; his hysteria was causing everyone around him to look at him like he was crazy. When the police finally arrived to his old family home, where he used to live with his wive and two children, they asked him to leave. The man couldn’t take it, he broke down at the thought of leaving is children behind. I stopped beside him and asked could I pray with him for his children, since I had been a child in this situation before. He looked at me wide eyed, not saying a word but, bowed his head, closing his eyes. We prayed together, I started, then he finished, it lasted about twenty minutes. Months later, when passing that same house on the way to work, I saw a moving truck, moving kids furniture. The dad stepped out of the front door, saying “Your that girl from the day I had broke down on the sidewalk? Right?” I just shook my head because I was surprised he remembered me. He continued by saying, “Thank you for praying with me, I believe that helped me get my kids back. You have no idea what that meant to me. I have had this envelope for you for months now, hoping I would see you again. God put you in my path once again, here.” I nodded my head, said thank you, smiled and continued walking. Later, when I opened the letter, there was a large check inside, and a thank you letter.
Ashley Elliott
crazy mothers and children fleeing from an apocolypse. no one is safe, lives shatter, tears fall…men are no longer men. Laughter is nonexistent. fear loneliness, the world is aflame. no more happiness. your skull is showing, wild animals are like cuddly stuffed toys. run, or not. there is no use, we are all blood stains on this pitful speck. your skeleton litters the gray ash strewn ground. good night world.
faye
Laughing until tears flow with best friends in the middle of the night of a sleepover. It’s only about a week after you have become good friends and you’re hanging out in the dorm room feeling like you finally fit in your freshman year and you couldn’t be happier. Smiling, rolling on the floor laughing going crazy having fun
Paige
I feel nothing about what it might be like to feel hysterical. Except that, I picture people crying at funerals or going into hysteria, which is weird I guess because these are all images from movies and have very little to actually do with me. I try though, to stay focused on what it might mean to feel those particular emotions in case they ever become mine. But, I hope they don’t, either one; the hysterical crying or laughter.
Leah
This word is hysterical. When you think of hysterical it means nothing. The other day I laughed hysterically and i couldn’t think of why. It sure bothered me though, I just wasn’t sure why. How do we figure out how to react to certain other people with out being hysterical? Sometimes we just miscalculate and the laughter just comes.
emcmillan
I dropped all of my belongings, forgot the surrounding colorful energy of the city, and began to run. Broken things – friendships that had fallen apart, shattered glass in my bedroom window – did not matter now. As I ran, despite the shouts of protest behind me, probably from the shop owner that realized I had stolen an orange, I couldn’t help but laugh. When you look at it from a skewed angle, forgetting the conceptions that blinded your perception beforehand, you realize the humor intertwined with every day’s misfortune.
Cassidy
Hysterical is what happens when I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to breathe and unable to think. I panic and I don’t understand why but it makes me afraid of every little shadow that I see in my room, every little noise outside my window. I want to hide in a bubble to make the hysteria go away but even hiding under my covers makes it worse because then I’m claustrophobic.
Caitlyn
this is a great word. Very funny. I think of people either laughing or crying in a very hard way. It reminds me of my sister because when she gets nervous, she gets hysterical, in terms of, she starts to cry. It puts a sense of panic and laughter in the heart whenever someone says it. There’s a certain tone to it, but I like the word hysterical. I like it when I can laugh hysterically. That’s my favorite.
grace
when congregating with my group of friends, hysterical situations often ensue. alcohol is often involved, but i am usually the sober one of the group. not that i don’t enjoy a beer or three, but i don’t drink to get drunk. i drink to get a buzz then work to keep the buzz till it’s time to drive home. would be a perfect situation if not for a certain someone being absent from the festivities.
I shall laugh Hysterically
And this is something you shall see
for I will be loud and obnoxious
for I have thrown away being cautious
Yes, I shall laugh hysterically
would you care you laugh with me?
Hysterical is a word that was once applied to women who were too out of control, women who dared to have ideas and needs that didn’t fit nicely into the ticky tacky boxes of Victorian America and the growing suburban housewife role. And the gynecologists treated this hysteria with vibrators–for whose benefit, the doctors or the women?
Hysterical pregnancy. That’s what she told her husband it was. Easier than telling her she felt broken and wrong because she couldn’t carry a baby to term. He’d looked so excited at the prospect of being a father. Better to let him think she was crazy than to think she wasn’t working.
But she was working, hard, every day at the office, eight to ten hours of thinking and puzzling and solving and arguing and making someone’s day – always someone else’s day – better.
hysterical is the world around us, hysterics found in everything. hysterics is happy and it is sad. hysterical is the way men look at young women, turning women into hysterical masses of flesh
My friend Audrey who told me about this site is the first thing that comes to mind when I see the word hysterical. She is, by far, the funniest person I know. She could tell a story about something mundane and have everyone around her in hysterics. I miss he rbeing at school tonthis day and it’s been four years since she was in the classroom next to me, maybe more since I can’t count bc I only have sixty seconds to type Nd not Enoch time to think it through and do the math. This arms much longer than sixty seconds. Are you sure it stops automaticLly? Apologize for typos. On my iPhone and not checking spelling due to time limit. Okay I’m stopping now because I KNOW it has been morethan sixty seconds!
Laughter. All consuming, it spirals up to the sky, a mess of spheres and sharp points. You’ve lost your rational explanations.
hysterical is waiting for you to come back and going through life with a hollow pit in the sound of your laugh. hysteria should not be a disorder when you consider infinity, consider the finite and your families flesh. hysteria is a form of normalcy.
I was hysterical that night. Anyone would have been, at least. I thought so.
My mom said, “Get a grip. He was just a high school sweetheart.”
My brother said, “He scored with her? Wow!”
I just whimpered. Hysterically.
hysterically laughing
hysterically smiling
hysterically crying
they all hit me at once
i don’t know what to do.
which emotion to feel.
is it the end
should i laugh it off
i want to go away forever
and sit.
and not feel a single thing.
get me away from here.
I heard the laughter out in the hallway, and opened my door, just a little. Just enough to see the dark carpet and the white washed walls. Just enough to hear that girl keep crying, start screaming, make sounds that should have driven her mad, to keep hearing inside her own skull.
It’s the way she sounded when I heard her boyfriend broke up with her.
The way I imagine he sounded inside his own head when she left him at prom for someone else.
I guess it’s the way you sound when your heart breaks.
the crazy lies inside…
it knows ways to get out and finds them.
it may be quiet… dormant at times…
but it never sleeps…
crazy is on the edge.
I laugh, you laugh. I cry with my laughter and let myself feel finally. I haven’t felt like this in so long. It wasn’t even that funny, but I couldn’t control the giggles that escaped me. Emotions were so foreign. I needed this. i needed this laughter! <3 i needed to feel.
women can get hysterical, yes, maybe. so can men, which is equally ugly. getting hysterical just hurt people. no benefit, like smoking.
This is how I feel when I can’t take any more noise or chaos or work load. When the amount of thing s for which I am responsible outweighs my capabilities of handling it. It makes my skin HURT. I feel hysterical.
I like hysterical laughter better, though. The uncontrolled laughing from the belly!
So the other day, he made me laugh. A lot. He said something funny, and I can’t help but respon in my natural way. It was hysterical, whatever it was. But the details don’t matter because it’s him, and I love him, and I lke to think he loves me to. If there ever were to be anything between us and then it ended, I would hysterical then too.
funny. i think im hysterical. richie is pretty funny. daddys funny. if somethings really hysterical, i will start crying from laughing so hard. people who think they’re hysterical but really aren’t, piss me off.
the most hysterical things in life are those moments where you can be yourself with the one person you love the most and you can both be complete dorks and just laugh at each other for it. Genuinely laugh at the random stupid things that you wish you could just save forever.
the idea that you affect me is hysterical you have just been a rude horrible figure in my life and if you think you can still come around and affect my entire life is so funny im in hysterics believe it or not you mean nothing to me anymore so deal with that
the days pass by and this hysteria worsens , i can’t tell if im laughing or if im still hurting .
i can’t breath i can’t sleep it keeps me up all night and follows me throw the day .
that’s just it hysteria doesn’t mean you happy or your alone it just means that your feel so much , you ‘ve lost control .
Bob was hysterical when his pet dinasour drowned in the Bermuda Triangle.
since when is there a “y”? i was thinking about this the other day, the world is weird. whats the point of shit like that? its like naming 2 different fruits the same thing, there arent 2 bananas, just one, one fucking banana. This is so much better than homework. im sure that id need to spell well in my homework. it rhymed.<
Blind hatred
Gone mad
Simply crazy
Not that sad…
Gone hysterical
Out of your mind
Can’t even think
Almost gone blind
Blind from laughing
Mad from tears
Hope you’re quiet enough
So that no one hears
Once you’ve gone hysterical,
It’s hard to go back
Back to sanity
Back on track
Just accept it now
You’ve gone just wild
You’ll never be normal
You impetuous child
Okay this is not FAIR! Not ferking fair! I was in line for that job, not him. I’m the one who worked my arse off and suffered our shitty boss’s crap! Why did HE get the promotion?? I’m so angry right now…GRRRRRRR!!!! AAaaaaargh. I need a coffee, damn it!!
HYSTERICAL:that death would come so hard and fast that it makes even the most steadfast of us doubt should come as no surprise.because:I doubt,therefore I think,therefore I am.
We laughed and we cried. They were hysterical. The group was the best group we had ever seen. Their improvisation was incredible and right on the dot. They were clean, they were modern and they were the best. We have to go back. All of my friends agree with me. We plan on going tomorrow night but I don’t know. I have plans and it was a lot of money.
After an episode of depression, everything suddenly became hysterically funny. She wasn’t sure why. But there she was, practically pissing herself over youtube videos about history. It was better than being sad, anyway. She preferred it this way. The only problem was that it only happened after an episode, not at any other time.
Just because you hurt me doesn’t mean I will give you the pleasure of messing with my emotions. I am not going to go hysterical and cry myself to sleep at night, no I am stronger than that, I am better than that and the fact that you didn’t see that is your loss, not mine. So if you are waiting for a show, you’ve come to the wrong place.
My family, everyone is one big ball of hysterical emotions. Whether it be crying one minute to laughing about something the next. We are who we are even if i don’t show it; I love them I guess.
Out of nowhere, Jensen heard a shriek of hysterical laughter blasting across the landscape. He decided to follow the sound and when he crossed the ditch into a field he saw her standing there with her arms outstretched and her head tiled back, face gazing at the sky, howling like a madwoman at the drity snow falling from the dark sky.
Oh gee, you are too fucking funny. Like, I’m grasping my sides and gasping for breath. The look on your face, oh wow! I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this hard in my life. The pain in your face right now, the one you feel because I took everything you ever loved like you did to me so long ago.
Sweet revenge, I’m savoring every moment.
That man was hysterical, crying, begging, and wanting his children back. No matter what he said no one paid him any attention; his hysteria was causing everyone around him to look at him like he was crazy. When the police finally arrived to his old family home, where he used to live with his wive and two children, they asked him to leave. The man couldn’t take it, he broke down at the thought of leaving is children behind. I stopped beside him and asked could I pray with him for his children, since I had been a child in this situation before. He looked at me wide eyed, not saying a word but, bowed his head, closing his eyes. We prayed together, I started, then he finished, it lasted about twenty minutes. Months later, when passing that same house on the way to work, I saw a moving truck, moving kids furniture. The dad stepped out of the front door, saying “Your that girl from the day I had broke down on the sidewalk? Right?” I just shook my head because I was surprised he remembered me. He continued by saying, “Thank you for praying with me, I believe that helped me get my kids back. You have no idea what that meant to me. I have had this envelope for you for months now, hoping I would see you again. God put you in my path once again, here.” I nodded my head, said thank you, smiled and continued walking. Later, when I opened the letter, there was a large check inside, and a thank you letter.
crazy mothers and children fleeing from an apocolypse. no one is safe, lives shatter, tears fall…men are no longer men. Laughter is nonexistent. fear loneliness, the world is aflame. no more happiness. your skull is showing, wild animals are like cuddly stuffed toys. run, or not. there is no use, we are all blood stains on this pitful speck. your skeleton litters the gray ash strewn ground. good night world.
Laughing until tears flow with best friends in the middle of the night of a sleepover. It’s only about a week after you have become good friends and you’re hanging out in the dorm room feeling like you finally fit in your freshman year and you couldn’t be happier. Smiling, rolling on the floor laughing going crazy having fun
I feel nothing about what it might be like to feel hysterical. Except that, I picture people crying at funerals or going into hysteria, which is weird I guess because these are all images from movies and have very little to actually do with me. I try though, to stay focused on what it might mean to feel those particular emotions in case they ever become mine. But, I hope they don’t, either one; the hysterical crying or laughter.
This word is hysterical. When you think of hysterical it means nothing. The other day I laughed hysterically and i couldn’t think of why. It sure bothered me though, I just wasn’t sure why. How do we figure out how to react to certain other people with out being hysterical? Sometimes we just miscalculate and the laughter just comes.
I dropped all of my belongings, forgot the surrounding colorful energy of the city, and began to run. Broken things – friendships that had fallen apart, shattered glass in my bedroom window – did not matter now. As I ran, despite the shouts of protest behind me, probably from the shop owner that realized I had stolen an orange, I couldn’t help but laugh. When you look at it from a skewed angle, forgetting the conceptions that blinded your perception beforehand, you realize the humor intertwined with every day’s misfortune.
Hysterical is what happens when I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to breathe and unable to think. I panic and I don’t understand why but it makes me afraid of every little shadow that I see in my room, every little noise outside my window. I want to hide in a bubble to make the hysteria go away but even hiding under my covers makes it worse because then I’m claustrophobic.
this is a great word. Very funny. I think of people either laughing or crying in a very hard way. It reminds me of my sister because when she gets nervous, she gets hysterical, in terms of, she starts to cry. It puts a sense of panic and laughter in the heart whenever someone says it. There’s a certain tone to it, but I like the word hysterical. I like it when I can laugh hysterically. That’s my favorite.
when congregating with my group of friends, hysterical situations often ensue. alcohol is often involved, but i am usually the sober one of the group. not that i don’t enjoy a beer or three, but i don’t drink to get drunk. i drink to get a buzz then work to keep the buzz till it’s time to drive home. would be a perfect situation if not for a certain someone being absent from the festivities.
I shall laugh Hysterically
And this is something you shall see
for I will be loud and obnoxious
for I have thrown away being cautious
Yes, I shall laugh hysterically
would you care you laugh with me?
Hysterical is a word that was once applied to women who were too out of control, women who dared to have ideas and needs that didn’t fit nicely into the ticky tacky boxes of Victorian America and the growing suburban housewife role. And the gynecologists treated this hysteria with vibrators–for whose benefit, the doctors or the women?
Hysterical pregnancy. That’s what she told her husband it was. Easier than telling her she felt broken and wrong because she couldn’t carry a baby to term. He’d looked so excited at the prospect of being a father. Better to let him think she was crazy than to think she wasn’t working.
But she was working, hard, every day at the office, eight to ten hours of thinking and puzzling and solving and arguing and making someone’s day – always someone else’s day – better.
‘People’ are foolish
for one ‘hysterical’ laugh
They’d destroy the world.
(yesterday)
For improvement in
ethics and education
Severe is our need.