Deprivation,
There is
such a thing as verbal deprivation and we are all, unknowingly, suffering from
it. My vacation to Grass Valley, set the stage, to quit writing on my blog – for
a couple of days – but now that I’m back again, I feel a great urge to express
my Embodied Language (EL). I realize how important it is for me to continue
writing and, if possible, speaking, about my EL, as I don’t want to deprive myself.
Something important was lacking and this greatly motivates me to keep writing
and posting my EL. I don’t put any effort in reaching anyone, as I write only for
myself.
There is already
enough satisfaction for me, in the possibility, that someone might read my
writing and understand it. I write, because I want to and need to, since my EL enables
me to express my Language Enlightenment (LE). There’s something humoristic
about my EL and my LE, which I have already explored, but I like to come back to it again.
It’s funny, as I was so convinced, I was going to stop writing, but here I am, still
feeling, as if I have so much more to say, which could only be said with humor as
my focus.
There’s
something funny to be said about the odd reality, that what is commonly presented as
humor, isn’t funny. It is funny to say this, because those, who believe in what
is presented to us as fun, get annoyed with my claim. Yes, I’m funnier than
anyone else, I won the argument about who is the funniest, as I have again out-smarted
everyone, by being such a smart-ass.
There’s a
link between humor and intelligence, but there are multiple reasons, why this connection
is never properly addressed. One of them is: we laugh too little and only more
laughter, can make us aware about the true nature of this relationship. Another
unaddressed reason is: we laugh so little, because, supposedly, only stupid
things are funny. Although philosophical
remarks have been made, about the link between humor and intelligence, such
cerebral expressions were always made by intellectuals, who didn’t know much about
humor themselves. Those who knew and who know humor, have always felt, these presumably psychologically-advanced people
– who write serious papers and publish meaningless books about the important connection
between humor and intelligence – actually have their heads stuck up their ass,
as they stop all the laughter.
If anything,
humor needs to be liberated from the limitations, put on it by nasty intellectuals,
who, at all cost, want it to mean something. The simple fact that humor can and
should be a thing in and of itself, is intolerable to those dry-bones, who want
to explain humor. There never was or is a reason for why something is funny, it
just is. In other words, there is no need for a joke and you’ll be fine having
missed the punch-line, as there is none. The real deal of sophisticated humor, is
to go beyond words, rather than to engage in some verbal masturbation.
Instead of
being exhausted by the deafening flood of words, which – we must keep reminding
and convincing ourselves and each other – are funny, we feel rejuvenated, unburdened and relieved, as our
words finally just don’t fucking matter anymore.
The use of cuss-words
is very significant, as we need all the help we can get, to get whatever it is off
our chest, since we’ve been so deprived of laughter and so God-damn stuck with
and hung-up on language for so long. It is about time, we get done with our habit
of being imprisoned by our own language and have some fun. Actually, some fun
isn’t enough. It is miserly to only want to have some fun, who even fucking
cares, to only have a little bit of fun? We want a lot of fun, but to achieve
that, we’ve got to dump our way of dealing with language whole-sale.
People like
to unload their shit on each other, but they never get rid of their own verbal
fixation. Freud spoke about oral and anal fixation, but I speak about your
addiction to words. Don’t you realize, by now, how much you impair yourself
from having a good time, by demanding to hear, read or speak, words, which, presumably,
are specially for you? Language isn’t obligated to fit your needs. If you don’t
do what it takes, your need for more humor will never be fulfilled. Stated
differently, you aren’t going to laugh, unless you manage to make yourself
laugh. Yes, you can and should make yourself laugh and your language isn’t as
advanced as you believe it to be, if it interferes with your ability to enjoy yourself.
Laughing, for you, is out of the question, as long as your words remain
dreadful, while not realizing how depressing and frustrating your own language
is.
Once you say
it, your will get it – because you have dealt with it – you are done with your
shit. Now, you can be funny at your own expense or at the expense of everyone,
who tries to stop you. Fuck them, your laughter is more important and if it isn’t,
no matter how you put it, you are screwed by the language of others. Even if
they don’t say a single word, you know what they, presumably, are thinking, but
you say it – as you can say it – and let them have it.