A Facetious Day

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Fickle can the world be where one normal moment can take a sharp, outlandishly unexpected turn; it becomes a junction in time and space far different than you would have realized beforehand. A particular timing such as the strange and bizarre inverts a person’s sense of reality and their accompanying assumptions, sending them reeling over the edge of normality and into a more ludicrous realm that tickles the madness of the deepest parts of their mind. When bad things happen in utter surprise, one must find the examination of the improbability of what just happened to be a tad bit funny. Funny enough to make a joke out of it.

Perhaps the inequality, the unfairness, and the messy morality of life, born a humorous soul out of eons of human suffering. There must be some comical consolation to the wickedness in life. It can be said that humor is a form of repentance and acceptance of current events through a cosmic lens of justice, as the funniest quips, outlive all our mortal lives. The good and the bad may die all the same, but the funny live on – ad infinitum.

There must be a light – a moral right – within such wondrous levity as it comes to the human psyche quickly and often the laughing audience is unaware of it until one the foolish comic finishes the line. They then hack up a laugh as soon as the punchline connects the dots in their minds. The star struck the audience then can make sense of a grief-filled day.

Similar to the professional stand up. One’s own humor takes the helm in regard to questions about their ill-fated circumstances. People search for some meaning as to why – why did this bad thing happen to me?

That is when logic fails to make sense of the chaos in those emotionally turbulent times of uncertainty. To save the day, a dark-cloaked comedian in everyone’s brain prances onto the stage and tells a joke to make you laugh and forget the pain for a brief moment – however short – it is sweet in comfort, bittersweet in remembrance.

Wit is the ultimate revenge against the ills of the world. It conquers everything in the end.

All things considered, my expectations were subverted as I crashed my car narrowly avoiding another one, flew out the windshield, over the guardrail, and fell onto a tree limb growing from the cliffside. I was in one of those perilous bad luck situations asking myself – why me?

An onlooker came running over and peeked over the railing and saw me sprawled out on the branches. I was a bit tired of the whole accidental affair, so I decided to let myself relax. Surrender to serenity. Laugh at the gaffs.

“Don’t be alarmed! I called for help!” the onlooker screamed, clearly very alarmed himself.

“No worries. I look on the bright side. The sun is still out and no clouds around to rain on us. I don’t get bent out of shape easily.” I said cheerfully.

The man winces at my last statement, although I have no idea why – I felt no pain despite not being able to feel anything from my head down.

“Just hang tight for the ambulance to arrive. I can’t believe this happened!”

“Sounds good my dude! Although, I can definitely wrap my head around the situation and give you a summary if you want.”

The onlooker is taken aback and winces once again. Another man came running towards the edge of the cliff waving his hands and trying to tell me it’s all going to be ok.

“It’s alright! You will soon be safe. I was the driver of the other car! I need to help you, so I don’t need to know which bears responsibility at the moment for why you almost hit me!” said the man who in my humble opinion was hung up on the incident more than I was at the moment.

Since I had a forging nature I metaphorically shrugged off the comments as I could not feel my shoulders and then responded to the driver “I would say it was mostly the bears. who bare the responsibility for me almost swerving into you

“The what?!” both men gasped.

Both men looked around, screamed, then leaped down onto the tree branches next to me, frightened out of their mind. From below we both could hear the roaring of several grizzly bears as they must have found some more snacks in one of the cars. The same ones that I dodged initially to avoid hitting them while they ate from someone’s picnic basket.

“I suppose y’all could not bear it up there,” I said jokingly.

They both clung to the tree like bears themselves which was already under tremendous strain holding me up and was now sagging even more. They looked at me dead-eyed with the most solemn expressions, then both laughed.

“That’s the bare truth, I’ll say.” the driver responded, a little less anxious.

“I guess we will have to bear the unfortunate situation together down here.” the onlooker said.

Levity is brevity at a strange moment. That is why acute insight is best found at the worst time. It may be dreadful in the moment, but later on, it’s very memorable to recount. That is if you survive.