Observation – Over the Top

She laughed. She laughed accidentally all too hard and coupled it with a bending in two at the waist, a hand flailing to a nearby friend to rescue her from drowning in the unseen waters of hilarity. It was over the top. It was a failure of style. She could not rescue herself and instead of quickly becoming quiet to maintain dignity, she pushed beyond reasonable bounds to idiocy. No one else in the group went in such a vociferous and theatrical direction thus rendering her not just a fool but a fool caught out, a buffoon! Even the observer felt embarrassed at having witnessed the moment, it was that type of compulsive viewing that needs one to look away but which we cannot; our curiosity about the end makes us maintain our gaze, a gaze which is hitched to our own sickening realisation that we too have fallen foul of having been at some time a pantomime star!