Note: I had this waiting in drafts, thinking I already posted. Sorry.
Good morning, Good afternoon, Good evening,
Are you one for a joke? Or are you the nonsensical type. I was never one who was good with jokes, even today my spouse continues to tell me how horrible at jokes I am, I don’t know if it’s that there comes a ghoulish humor and overtone I don’t know. Humor and I feel is something very much like art, it’s to be observed and considered by whoever’s perspective and whatever perspective it may be. There may be an essence of humor, it may not be funny. It all depends, right?
Honestly, if I see somebody trip and then fall, the first thing I’m going to say is oh my gosh I hope they’re okay. I’m not one for violent “comedic” accidents, there is always the concern of the person that I just saw in a video, thinking ‘are they okay, are they breathing, did they possibly lose a limb, their eyeball’ who knows? But humor is something that I find has too much of an opening for being damaging and more than harmful.
Even with family, pushing it too far, laughing maniacally while a child is getting popped in the face after a swatting at a moth fluttering off from that wounded kids mouth. Or twins falling from the bunk bed landing on jutted out metal radiator fixtures, but the fall had enough humor, it’ll lap up the blood. Mind you, I’m not talking about stand-up, that’s an art. Anyhow…
Maybe this is coming from a history of being picked on and consistently teased and nagged on for, essentially just living, being me. And there’s a conundrum, because I remember friends telling me ‘it’s just so funny because you make it so easy’, or ‘you take everything so seriously’, or ‘you’re so sensitive’. But that’s it, I am being me, same as with these daily journals, these daily drops whatever they are, it’s a 100% true depiction of who I am, how I think, and how I feel.
I appreciate humor, and I appreciate comedy, but I feel that even with the laugh, there’s a daunting reality that no matter how joyous and happy we may be real life is right there knocking on the door trying to remind you that the laundry monster is still gaining momentum the floor still need to be swept kitchen mopped bills paid hours punched in. I don’t mind the reality maybe it’s a matter of relying on the humor that it becomes egregious and just not funny I don’t know. Also side note the I don’t know is going to be continuous because there are a lot of things I don’t know and I don’t think it’s an issue stating that you don’t know I think it’s humble or humbling. Never do I want to be a know-it-all, I just want to learn and continue to learn.
Good morning, Good night, good-bye.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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