Crinkly Memories

This describes me perfectly.

I know that when I get old, my face will be absolutely covered in wrinkles. I will refuse to get Botox. I will be proud of my wrinkles. They'll tell the story of the hardships Ive endured, the amazing and unsettling things Ive seen, but mostly, my wrinkles will tell of all the times Ive smiled and laughed with delight. Why would I want to erase those crinkly memories, even if they are considered "ugly" in today's society?

Laughing is such an amazing thing, don't you think? I think people take it for granted entirely too often. If I don't laugh so hard I cry at least twice a day, my day probably wasn't all that great.

I laugh allllllll the time. Seriously. All. The. Time. When I'm in my Honors Pre Calculus class and I randomly think of the way Shrek says "Donkey!". When I trip and drop all of my books in the middle of a busy hallway when I'm late to class. When I realize that the guy Ive been crushing on has a crush on a girl that is not me. When I'm lying on my bed, crying and wondering if I will ever be happy. As long as I'm awake, every few minutes I will be laughing. Hell, maybe I even laugh every few minutes in my sleep. I wouldn't be surprised. I laugh that much.

You probably think I'm exaggerating. And okay, I am a little bit. I don't walk around constantly giggling like a 13 year old high on glittery fruit lip gloss. Even so, I believe that I am a happy person in general who is always ready to smile. I'm sure everyone I know would agree with me. I know I get on peoples nerves sometimes with my loud "hyena" laugh (yes, my friends tell me I laugh like a hyena), but I figure, If I'm laughing, who cares what anyone thinks about it? I'm having a moment of pure joy, and that is all that matters. And hopefully, all of those moments of pure joy will be slowly etched into my face, one hyena laugh at a time.