To be Funny or a Fool
There is a fine line between being funny and being foolish. I feel like I've taken advantage of this line throughout my life, pulling it one way or another, using it, abusing it, stretching it to conceal an undeniable fact: I am a fool.
People tell me I'm funny. I know that I am. So many times have I been told I'm funny that I no longer push it off modestly. I embrace it. To do any less would be to deny one of my only redeeming values. After all, it's been my saving grace and I owe it for much that I have. I try to spread funny over me to protect me from my weaknesses, to make me stronger, to make me appear dynamic. I take those moments that I've chosen painfully idiotic paths and cast them in another light. I paint them over with the armor of self-deprecating humor. If nothing is serious nothing serious has gone amiss. But in the times when being funny fails to win the day I'm left as the fool. I have made myself a joke.
So here I am, genuflect in your presence, admitting the folly of my life. I'm not feeling very funny right now. My folly has been folly itself. It's an archetypical truth that foolishness is a dangerous trait. The Shakespearean fool is not a sought after role. To be one in life leaves one open to all the slings and arrows, pains and curses that life has at its disposal. They rain upon the fool. The rain is made up of all the unpleasant instances that no amount of little jokes, puns, and fart noises can stave off. When the storm hits it cuts through the barrier and things get really sad really quickly.
But this is part of life. These are the moments that are necessary to give humor it's value. After all, what good is the glee of a joke without knowing its more biting counterpart, sorrow. My goal is to reach a balance where I leave the foolishness behind and go forward as a person who can guard against a stumble's moment of weakness without quips and giggles - as one who has more to offer than just a quick laugh. But still as a person who feels driven to make people smile.
And in the mean time, part of the beauty of humor is its amazing resilience. That sucker bounces back like last months bad check to the Winston-Salem Utilities Department. (I know that's not very funny, but at least I'm trying) Soon I'll make you laugh again, I promise. I'm feeling funnier already. Anybody know a good fart joke?
People tell me I'm funny. I know that I am. So many times have I been told I'm funny that I no longer push it off modestly. I embrace it. To do any less would be to deny one of my only redeeming values. After all, it's been my saving grace and I owe it for much that I have. I try to spread funny over me to protect me from my weaknesses, to make me stronger, to make me appear dynamic. I take those moments that I've chosen painfully idiotic paths and cast them in another light. I paint them over with the armor of self-deprecating humor. If nothing is serious nothing serious has gone amiss. But in the times when being funny fails to win the day I'm left as the fool. I have made myself a joke.
So here I am, genuflect in your presence, admitting the folly of my life. I'm not feeling very funny right now. My folly has been folly itself. It's an archetypical truth that foolishness is a dangerous trait. The Shakespearean fool is not a sought after role. To be one in life leaves one open to all the slings and arrows, pains and curses that life has at its disposal. They rain upon the fool. The rain is made up of all the unpleasant instances that no amount of little jokes, puns, and fart noises can stave off. When the storm hits it cuts through the barrier and things get really sad really quickly.
But this is part of life. These are the moments that are necessary to give humor it's value. After all, what good is the glee of a joke without knowing its more biting counterpart, sorrow. My goal is to reach a balance where I leave the foolishness behind and go forward as a person who can guard against a stumble's moment of weakness without quips and giggles - as one who has more to offer than just a quick laugh. But still as a person who feels driven to make people smile.
And in the mean time, part of the beauty of humor is its amazing resilience. That sucker bounces back like last months bad check to the Winston-Salem Utilities Department. (I know that's not very funny, but at least I'm trying) Soon I'll make you laugh again, I promise. I'm feeling funnier already. Anybody know a good fart joke?
(now that's kind of funny)
posted by Reefflop | 8:21 PM
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This is one of the many jokes i found amongst the many joke categorys:
A man walks into his favorite bar and saw a bum panhandeling. The bum asked if the man could spare a dollar. The man replied "If I give you money are you going to use it to buy liquor?" The bum said he would not, so the man asked "If I give you money are you going to use it for gambling?" Again the bum said he would not, so the man asked "Would you come home with me so I can show my wife what happenes to someone who doesnt gamble or drink?"
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