I don’t really care for memes and I have rarely participated in them. Wait! Don’t stop reading; I’m not about to start ranting or meming [it's a word because I just decided it needs to be for the moment]. I was thinking recently about the ten questions that James Lipton asks his guests on Inside the Actor’s Studio. They are based on the Proust Questionnaire — a sort of 19th century meme. In particular I have been thinking about these two questions:
What sound or noise do you love?
What sound or noise do you hate?
And I’ve been thinking about those questions because my answer would be laughter. To both questions. The difference is the tone.
Joyful laughter is oh so sweet a sound. Guffaws following a joke well-told. Interspersed with conversations between family and friends. Children playing, their excitement punctuated with giggles. I can feel it feeding my soul, re-energizing me. If I could hear only one sound for the rest of my life, this would be it.
Derisive laughter, on the other hand, kills me. The bully or the taunting crowd. Teasing. Disparaging. Dismissive. Laughing AT you. Derisive laughter is the soundtrack of hell. If I could eliminate one sound forever, this would be it.
The title of this post is a line from a Johnny Cash song. When I hear it or read it, it triggers an intense image. A breeze rushes in. The room gets lighter, brighter. Colors are more vivid. Everything is more clear. And all because… she laughed. That is a joyful noise.
Let's do Something Cheap and Superficial 
that is a most excellent answer. very well said and i do believe i quite agree.
Thanks! ~Tim