I Like to Vacation in Crazyland. from Timothy Koide on Vimeo.
A sense of humor is like a fingerprint. Similarities exist, but never two identical fingerprints or senses of humor. What makes us laugh and where does it come from? Is there a watershed moment when we know what makes us laugh? Is a sense of humor manipulated, or genuinely ours; i.e., as they evolve, do they do so honestly? Does that even make sense? Is there an objective standard that assesses humor like TBS tried so farcically to convince us?
Well, truth be told, I have no idea, but it is interesting to think about. A sense of humor often defines an individual more than family relations, or regional identity (although they are often correlated). It is such a critical part of culture, and an essential component of interpersonal relationships—either to their creation and perpetuation, or to their complete destruction—that we can’t write it off as a joke. Was that funny?
Last Friday the 13th, I had to make a trip down south for work. Breaking the monotony of the drive, my buddy Paul kindly expounded upon the genesis of his flavor of humor. Although we did not definitively answer any of the questions I pose, we did exchange some nice stories, eat a value meal at Carl’s Jr., and make it to LA without crashing. Not very funny.
Where does your sense of humor come from?
Anecdotes
ReplyDeleteSomeone read from the school newspaper when I was at byu about a pregnant woman who got hit by a car in a crosswalk. I started laughing. The professor and a few other students were disgusted. I was embarrassed but now I think the whole thing was funny again. I think I'm going to hell.
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