I will admit it. I am a snorter.
I snort when I laugh.
Like a pig.
Like a very large, loud pig.
I can't help it. I try not to. It just happens.
When I was a teenager, I started snorting. It wasn't something I meant to do. It just happened. I often got reprimanded by my father to stop snorting. I just couldn't.
I have tried to stop. Honestly I have. But I always end up snorting again.
When I was in LA, I managed to not snort. That of course meant my laugh was not my normal laugh. My laugh when I don't snort is very deep. It doesn't fit me. The snort fits me.
I had people asking me to laugh out in LA. They loved the deep throaty laugh. I can't do it on command I said. They didn't believe me.
When I got home, I was never so happy to be able to snort again.
People always seem amused when I laugh. Really laugh. Then I get made fun of. I cannot control it. I snort. It is who I am.
I am a snorter.
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