I spend many a long hour musing on humour…
I guess it’s a side effect of having been born with a gab that’s been gifted…
My sense of humour over the years has gotten me in to and out of trouble with equal ease… It’s made me friends and enemies and it’s slayed both also…
My humour is not always appropriate… though it is always there…
It’s been my most constant companion…
They say that Love has many names…
I think laughter may have more…
Laughter… it’s not always comfortable… it can take us places we didn’t expect to go… sometimes it can drop us from a great height and knock us on our ass in ways we didn’t imagine…
Sometimes… I think it’s a socially acceptable form of rutting… I see men in bars and they boom their laughter loud over one another… and the loudest gets the kudos… and I watch their bodies move and the micro expressions that flit across their faces and I wonder if really they would just love a good old fashioned punch-up… I wonder if that’s why there are few women in comedy… because deep down we know it can be a violent aggressive attack and it’s just not pretty for ladies to do that… they can go sugar their snark with sweetness and sarcasm when it’s just girlies together… but on stage.. in public… I wonder if that frightens men… if they are scared that they are just not that funny…
Sometimes humour is a mask of protection… a shield against bullies… a deflection against facing tough choices and decisions… or a band-aid covering old wounds…
Sometimes, in our darkest hours it is the only thing that holds us together… grim humour… dark humour… the Fuck you! at death as you know the reaper draws nearer and hovers over your dearest waiting to swoop…
Sometimes… it bonds us wordlessly soul to soul to someone who we know feels a similar pain…
Sometimes… whole lifetimes of stories and connections are made with a tiny Ha!
Sometimes… It’s just good to laugh!
Ha!!! Maybe it’s the closet we get to fucking in public without getting arrested!
There are many many many faces… and at some point I guess every body gets to see them all…
I tire of trying to name them…
I don’t know if I could do it justice…
The one thing I’m fairly sure I do know is…
A sense of humour is a terrible thing to lose…
The pure and blessed way 