Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Whats so funny?

It depends on how old you are. Nothing in your life will change more than your sense of humor as you age. Surely nothing I found funny at 6 will be very laughable at 75. Nor do many teenagers laugh at their parent’s jokes. And while I can’t actually remember my first real laugh, I can pretty much pinpoint what it must have been about.

If we say, for the sake of discussion, that I was 5 when I had my first near-death laughing experience, than it could only have been about 1 thing… farts. There is nothing on earth funnier than a magnitude 9.0 buttquake in the eyes of a 5 year old. The less convenient the location, the more hilarious it is; a fart in the backseat of your moms car, a stinker in the classroom, and a fart on the schoolyard are all absolute gut-busters to a kindergartner. The fart will always have a place in our comedic hearts, but it starts to weaken around 7, when a new monster rears its head. It’s hard to remember exactly why we did, what we did, when we were younger. Especially what we joked about. I'm not sure when as a little boy; you decide that butts and pee-pees are the funniest thing on the planet, but around 7-8 years old, nothing kills you quite like peeing all over the bathroom wall.

Somewhere around 10, a discovery is made: sarcasm, and your voice is getting just slightly lower to allow the proper tone. Talk to any 10 year old and within nearly seconds, you will have heard: “I bet you will!” and “You do that!” numerous times. Oddly enough, these occasionally hurt. The worst part is the laugh, the kind of laugh that explodes in your face, like a dumb hick lighting off fireworks. This is the laugh that you can imagine the devil wants us all keep forever. Rapid and shrill, piercing through your head like nails on a chalkboard. When juxtaposed against a little body, the tremendous laugh can really shake you.

‘Fuck you, you bitch!”

Ah yes… Swearing…

Now were talking. As kids turn to pre-teens, they cast away what used to be the ultimate ban, embrace yesterday’s taboo, and begin swearing. Whenever they have free time, it’s spent f’n and hoe’n. They have yet to learn how to place a proper fuck though, or perfectly time a shit; instead they blurt 4 or 5 “potty-words” in succession and say, literally, fuck making sense. They also are quite mean around this age too. So unless you’re a teacher, parent, or cop, you’re going to get a healthy plate of “fuck you”, served cold with a side of “suck it, fag!” However crude, these brats are starting to get the hang of it.

Now were big high schoolers. It’s the beginning of the academic end for a good majority of us. Many are here to progress and propel themselves forward, and many are here to slowly waste away in the back of class, waiting for the bell; but some, known as class-clowns, come to entertain. Neither bored nor enthused in any subject, instead, the budding funny man uses the classroom as his first audience. Labeled disruptive and un-focused on progress reports and report cards. The bane of a substitute teachers existence and the thorn in the side of administration; these “clowns” only goal is to keep the class laughing and off subject, much to the dismay of teachers. The one who might be caught “fake moaning” during lecture or silent reading. Often able to be found in front of the class, “thinking about his behavior.” The kid who everyone thinks might possibly have THE smartest ass.

Somehow, we’ve come from giggling about flatchulence, and worked our way though wiener jokes. We learned how to talk back, and have mastered the art of distraction. We’ve been through a life of relatively little responsibility, and laughed about it as often as possibly. As we grew, our point of reference changed, and so have our jokes; however, funny has always been funny, and always will be. From the moment we formulated out first notion of what’s going on, we’ve wished we could just laugh all day. Some of us have wished to make others laugh. A different age, a different crowd, with every New Year, a new delivery style. Remarkably, your sense of humor will evolve with you, and hopefully, never leave you. The saddest place someone can be in the world is a place where they can’t take a glance, and see funny all around them. Because it’s there…

1 comment:

  1. Is it terrible that I probably have the maturity of a 5-year old when it comes to farts? I mean, if there's ever a scene in a movie we take Rec to where a character farts, I'm clearly the last person still laughing about it 20 minutes later. Seriously. I was dieing when that little firefly in The Princess and the Frog let one rip out his light bulb butt trying to turn it on. And I honestly don't think that will ever change. I'll be cracking myself up at 80 when I can't control my own farts anymore and I let em rip in the pharmacy lines. At least I'll have something to look forward to. hahahaha But again, another entertaining post.