I SUCK AT BEIN’ BAD. And because I recognize my weaknesses, I do, for the most part, try to live by the golden rule, following as many of the other rules as I can. I “enter” and “exit” where the signs direct me. Obey traffic lights and speed limits. I buckle my seatbelt, say, “excuse me”, when I have to get in someone’s way, “please”, “thank you”, and all of that. I even replace the roll of toilet paper if I use it all up before leaving the bathroom.
It’s not that I’m a goodie-goodie, though. Not by a long shot. My thoughts are not holier than thou. Never do I point a finger and shake my head at another. Never would I deny the fact that more often than not, my mind easily drifts and continuously lives down in the gutter.
I’m not alone down there, either. I would say that 75% of the Population is down here in the gutter with me. There’s also a big ol’ 20% that kind of hang off the edge, that should be down here too, but for whatever reason don’t want anyone else to know it, so they just kind of hang quietly with one foot in and the other foot out.
Then there 5% of the world that would never be caught dead in the gutter nor do they find anything about being in the gutter funny. They don’t find much of anything funny, really. They have managed to get their bloomers so much in a twist, well, not one laugh could be squeezed out of the likes of them.
Me and the gutter-crew rarely concern ourselves with the 5%, though. We have entirely way too much fun for that. Its pretty crowded down here and we always find something to laugh about. We usually make ourselves the butt of the joke unless Life has thrown us a nasty curveball that has knocked us clean off our giggle-boxes. No matter what knocked us off, we can usually find a way to laugh about that too. Its what keeps us feeling so young. Its what keeps us from puttin’ on the straight jacket. It’s what keeps us going and what keeps us from giving up.
I usually keep the gutter-bizzzness to the gutter, though. I realize the rest of the world doesn’t always “get” our twisted sense of humor. The 20% doesn’t want to mix gutter-talk with the real-world’s prim and proper etiquette which was probably created and decided by that wound-too-tight 5%.
Everything must be serious in the real world.
Dot your ”i’’s and cross your “t”’s. Life isn’t a laughing matter – not in the real world.
We get it. We totally get it. We, the gutter-folk, recognize and realize this. One person’s humor may not be another’s. Everyone handles stress and tough situations differently. So we try to walk a straight line mixing and mingling as we must until we can retreat into the gutter to blow off some steam. Once in a while, though, life just doesn’t play fair. People crack that whip way too hard or those we love have a rough time even when they follow all the rules. Gutter people have a natural homing device implanted in their brains, I think. We have a way of sensing one another out in times of horrific distress. We gather like a herd in small clusters off the sidelines or in the shadows. We encircle each other trying to collect a tiny bit of privacy. No matter how painful what has occurred, we manage to comfort each other with our juvenile and absolutely ridiculous humor. Not much of what we say makes sense but everything we say will release the Kraken of Laughter. The heavens will depart with relief and all which had power over us will have power no more. Stress has been slaughtered. The gods of Pain have been destroyed. We can breathe again even though our stomach muscles hurt from all that laughing and our cheeks have grown numb. Sometimes our eyes are swollen and red from caused by, very much needed, tears of joy.
Perhaps we will mock or mimic the way someone talks. Maybe we will step into the madness of some sort of ridiculous movie we all know the script too. Maybe it’s a joke about – well—we can find a way to joke about anything.
Again, we do this amongst ourselves and only when we are on the verge of exploding or desperate. Otherwise, we mix and mingle with the rest of the world, amongst the 5% as if we are as serious as them. But rest assured every. single. time. I. break. rank. and do this — I, sure as hell, get caught.
Every. Damn. Time.
Anytime I break a rule, no matter how unimportant, someone is there to bust me. Some finger pointer, some louder-than-life bulldog – they are always there to catch me and throw me under a bus and shame me in front of all the world.
Every. Damn. Time.
What makes it worse, is when they start shouting at our inappropriate humor that we were expressing privately amongst ourselves, the only reaction I naturally have is…well…more laughter. Why greet their anger with more anger? Why get so angry over something so absurd? I cant help its funny when people start screaming and acting insane over absolutely nothing. I can’t help I think it’s funny when they start doing the snake thing with their necks or ranting as if someone were murdered or as if I defaced the entire seriousness of the world.
Learn from my mistakes, though. Learn.
Never laugh in the face of something trying to destroy you. It makes them all the more angrier. And sure enough, every 5 percenter from a thousand mile radius will home in on whatever distress or destroy signal the one yelling at you sends out. They will missile in on you like a swarm of yellow-jackets. The buzzards will launch.
There are two types of people in this world – people who try to laugh their way out of nearly everything and people who would rather nuke all laughter.
The moral of it all… I think I prefer the gutter. It’s kind of cool down here. We have t-shirts, ID cards and everything. Let the serious be serious and just let me hang here and giggle. Not everything has to make sense.