julietsierra
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lol... I get laughed at all the time. The first time, I was just as stunned and hurt as you are now. I told him "Please don't laugh at me." That made him laugh all the harder. He said "This is my laughter. You don't get to control what comes out of my mouth. If I find something humorous, I'm going to laugh." I was angry. I was hurt. I was indignant as hell. Then he pointed out that what I was saying was kind of ridiculous. What was funnier is that I believed what I was saying - and he showed me how backward I was indeed thinking. He did so while gently laughing the whole time. He didn't waste time and effort with all the nicey nicey hugs and "there there you poor girl with such a horrible history that you have to sit here now and keep crying" mentality. He did so with a "that's in the past. You have a choice. You can keep crying over it or move on from it." mentality. He's abrupt that way. It's one of the things I like about him. He also explained - again - that he's a sadist - an emotional sadist to boot. My tears over things emotional struck something in him and while he understood the tears, the fact is, I wasn't really hurting. It was a memory. That's all it was. When he put things into a perspective I started to understand, I found they didn't hurt as much as I thought they did. By the time he was done, I was seeing the humor in what I was previously crying over. I was laughing too. And in one short conversation he completely turned around my views on someone else's laughter in these kinds of situations and more importantly, what I was crying over. Now days, there are things that I still cry over. Sometimes, he is fully sympathetic. Sometimes, he laughs. He knows the difference between me having a genuine reason to cry and when I'm not looking at the bigger picture. When he laughs, I'm able, more and more, to step back away from the pain that's making me cry to see the humor that's making him laugh. In short, I don't find myself feeling sorry for myself as much as I used to. When he laughs, I find I now have something I can hold on to instead of giving myself over to tears (but then, I'm someone who hates to cry, so that's important to me.) Finally, I no longer rationalize my tears as being all that damned important that someone else can't laugh if they feel the need. An example: I was car-jacked. In my car was my collar. When the police came, I held it together enough to get through the information gathering process. At that point, I hadn't even realized my collar was in the car (I knew it, it's just that in that moment, it wasn't the first thing on my mind.). My Master came to pick me up and take me home. I was in the car still holding things together - no tears. Then, I remembered that my collar was in the car. The tears started when I told him what I'd lost. He just laughed and said "well, just think of the guy wearing it while getting fucked in the ass." I couldn't help it. I started giggling and eventually was laughing hard. The point of his laughter was that I'd been CAR-JACKED. People often don't just lose collars from that experience. They lose their lives. To him, it was hilarious that in the light of that, I was crying over a piece of leather and metal. When he started laughing, I started laughing. A moment later, he was serious as a heartbeat when he told me how afraid for me he'd been, and how angry with himself he was because he'd had a bad feeling about me going to where I was but ignored it. He was taking the blame for something neither of us had any control over, and he was helping me through everything. And I learned. He can laugh any time he wants to cause generally he sees more than I do in those moments. And I stopped taking offense just because he was laughing. I don't get to control what he says or thinks is humorous and I don't have to be offended. It's his choice to feel humor or not and it's my choice to be offended or not. I choose to try to see the bigger picture rather than being so full of myself that I demand he think and feel exactly like me. juliet
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