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A prophet has no honour in his own country

Posted by | Kristian | January 4, 2009 | No Comments

There are a number of things I always wanted to say to someone but never had a chance to do so. I’ll give you an example. Imagine you end a conversation on: “Sir; you must easily be the most boring person I ever talked to.” Ideally the candidate would respond with: “Thank you sir; my pleasure.” Wouldn’t that be a hilarious scene worthy of an appearance in a Monty Python movie? Call me weird but I like it.

I know, one day it will happen. I will get the chance to say it and probably be beaten up afterwards. The problem is I can’t help it. When in a situation suddenly some stupid jokes pops into my head it has to get out. I have to say it no matter what the consequences are. You can imagine into how much trouble this “strength” of mine get’s me.

People that got to know me a little bit know that I mean no harm. They know (or hope) that I’m just trying to be funny. As you can imagine that is not always the case and by that I mean that I am trying to be funny with people I know. Unfortunately even with people that don’t know me or that are kind of … how shall I say … kind of … let’s say people like my boss I tend to come with remarks that they could, if they wanted to, find incredibly insulting. I don’t know why. Most of the time I’m really just trying to make a joke but it often doesn’t come across as such.

I blame the others. Obviously they have no sense of humour otherwise they would get the joke. There is a time and a place for everything you might say but this I don’t believe. From my point of view it is a sin to waste a good joke by keeping it to oneself. Be honest, later you probably forget it or it just isn’t funny anymore. Who doesn’t like to laugh? The world is such a miserable place as it is. Let’s at least have some fun.

Joke (especially the cruel ones) are a way to deal with feelings, to deal with emotional stress. When Ronnie Drew of the Dubliners died last year the first thing people did, was making jokes about it. Don’t get me wrong. We were all shocked and deeply saddened by the news. Making a joke (like “he probably pulled the plug because he watched the Dubs playing and couldn’t take it anymore”) was the only way to deal with it.

I believe that the best way of keeping sane is taking the piss out of everything. You kind of know it is wrong when you ask someone right after the Space Shuttle exploded if they’d know why for future missions they’d removed the seats but it really is one way to deal with catastrophes. Otherwise we would soon start to question the meaning of life itself.

How did we end up here? I wanted to talk about things I always wanted to say but never had the chance to. Well, some other time I guess.

At least I should give you one for the road. This one is from William Butler Yeats and not a joke or anything (although I believe I could turn into one) it is just brilliant. “The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time”. Remember it!


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