That is the problem with having a sense of humor that makes you smile when somebody close to you passes away. Problem with sense of sense of humor is that we cannot be as clear as one is allowed to be in the movies, where it is easier to portray things. Things get more difficult when one only has got voice, and it gets nasty when there are only words as in this case. When life gives you lemons, you cannot believe in god, can you? Having a great sense of humor is like owning a Mercedes in India; you will more often be grumpy because you cannot use your car and wonder the mysterious reasons behind what differentiates humor from lone-humor. Other times, you are just competing with yourself, you practice (I mean the “medical practitioner” practice sense), and you wonder how hard you hit the boxing-bag than the last time around.
Me competing with myself:
A little while ago I was speaking to my sister (and I am usually fuck honest with her, and I can be weird in front of her without thinking about what am I doing), and she knows where I find my humor in life. I was laughing watching myself laughing in the mirror and I had told her it would be really funny if I die laughing, I slobbered even more after that, my blood pressure had dropped so low that I might have actually died (you find the funny, huh!!). Later as I was watching the news at 9, the reports of my death were grossly exaggerated, but I still had a good laugh at them too.
You go around walking down the road and start laughing, and then you have to can it, but you can’t, so you end up laughing more. You walk past the next lane, and you will see hoardings of “you don’t understand your woman anymore, enter here for speed dating tips”, as a man, you probably ignore that, and start walking further before your woman calls you and tells you that you really don’t understand her. You think twice about turning back, but then you laugh at yourself. Laughing at yourself, abbr. LAY, is probably rightly abbreviated, you just lay down and laugh at yourself, that is the only time people who think life is a female who won’t give you any—can see how we can sleep with ourselves; probably the definition of safest and tested sexual experience anyone can have.
Well if there weren’t any punctuation in the sentences, lots of people would have started writing insane books which would have given us a very distorted idea about what we’ve available (in choices). So I guess it is ok that we have drawn the line somewhere. It is interesting to know that witticism is lot of times confused with humor, and lots of people are moved by the former more than latter. Unless you’re thinking about making a career out of it, you would want to speak less to make people laugh. Speaking more can give away the “mystery” factor–which people would have laughed at anyway just to make you know that they understand you. Oh Yeah, welcome, humor works on basics, you have to spend it like you spend money, you know what happens otherwise. Either that or you have to be inherently flawed, and you were distilled improperly through the potion-of-god, which churns human beings with varied varieties of sense of humors—Stephen fry and Joseph Heller come to mind.
Fact is: humor is a psychological state when described as a subjective state or emotional folly where some affective empirical or logical properties of either the perceiver or the observer are ought or thought to be violated (oh fuck). So it isn’t simple to expect a life which throws a giggle-party every now and then. The comprehension difficulty and cognitive restructuring that has to take place (that really isn’t taking place here, so shut the fuck up). If you’re really fucked up, trying to create or even invent humor in your life, then you have to have a hyperactive brain, if you’re seeking an opposite who can make you laugh, trust me you’re going to run out of that “something ” and you’ll need humor gas supply very early. If you’re trying to be humorous, and you try hard, you’ll end up scribbling something that will amount to some un-asked-for lessons on humor like this one, and you will try to get away by throwing some humility like I did in the previous line (I think I should pursue self-deprecating humor seriously).
Humor stems from constancy; we are more likely to laugh at a painting where only the characters and things change, but the background remains the same. But then there are acquired tastes for humor and human states can stream different humors differently at different times. Do you think it is humorous that we are bored of constancy yet we strive for it? The kind of randomness, we can try to create, should attempt to go past mere family resemblances. It is amazing how we created boundaries around ourselves and then we created humor as source of something that can get us to sneak past those boundaries. Humor can be one of last things remaining where emotions speak more truth than any other times.
Life itself is incongruous with the occasions when we want to laugh. Humor is foolish yet optimistic; thank god we evolved in a manner that we own this thing. If not for humor, we wouldn’t have been able to reconstruct situations to drive away our baseless fears. We always rise to reality, we always react—and humor is an emotional undertone that can always remind us that reality is still an illusion, in a way, actually disillusioning us and helping us to grieve past ourselves. So next time if you’re not sure, just turnaround again, don’t see the sign boards, just pick up the bricks and throw them at the hoardings, who knows you might just save a life, or see light perhaps.