WE’D ALL RATHER LAUGH
A quiet brooding settles at times and id be lying if I said I don’t embrace it by sometimes. Soak it in a little. The adding of a layer of intensity to things, like wearing all black. What I’ve learned is that most times you don’t really want to read about that. We’d all rather laugh.
I hate when I say things other people say that I hate. Things like “my journey” fall into that list. Sometimes the words fit and any sort of false bravado of brevity is cracked. It’s not the words as their overuse and over dramatization. I want to consider myself “above” that. A perfunctory thesaurus search shows why journey is probably more fitting for life as “cruise” is flippant and could never be as serious as my trials and tribulations (sarcasm). This is where you laugh.
I’ve noted time and again that we all think our situation is unique. Or, at the least, I think mine is. But there’s such a similarity that weaves through our lives that how much alike we are is shocking at times. We all have the same feelings but with different manifest stories. Theses a cough in the water so to speak. And it’s running into town. We’d all like a good laugh about it.
I try to always share almost whatever comes to mind I think sometimes those things are clever and funny and should hopefully give you a chuckle (related, I know I’m now old. No one under 45 says “chuckle”). Forcing humor though is like forcing the brooding from paragraph one. It’s like a “Nine Inch Nails” phase that a 90’s teen went through. “Trent Reznor really speaks to me!” Does he really Lauren? You actually identify with a 33 year old emoting vivid animalistic sexuality? You’re 15. I’m not buying it.
So I won’t try to force it. You’ll get what you get and you won’t throw a fit. Or you’ll say something like “he should really stick to funny van ads,” or “more football in the groin please!”
We all want more football in the groin. More fails. I remember a time not too long ago where my morning routine consisted of coffee, delete emails, watch Fail Army videos, write. commence my day. I’d like to thank Steve Jobs and Ring doorbells for the iPhone and
thousands of hours of useless video footage. It breaks up the monotony.
Just know I try and balance it. If a day is especially serious, I try and crack the outer shell and return to the humor and lightheartedness of van ads and 80’s stories on the following day. Of that time my buddy Chuck got drunk at the beach on my 15th birthday and then proceeded to try and do flip turns in our pool smashing headfirst into the wall.
We’d all rather laugh, but Trent Reznor really speaks to me.
#hugsandhi5s
