Comedy

It seems like a lifetime ago even though it was just a few years back.  And as I listen to them recount  their 'less than funny' behavior (by my wallflower standards that is), I realize that even experiences that feel horrifying while we are going through them have an undeniable comical value to them.

In some way shape or form....they are just funny in a stupid way.


It's crazy how you can look back at an argument or anger and laugh at your silliness but when it's happening; when you're smack dab in the middle of the mess, it's like you are possessed... exorcist status...because you are perfectly convinced that your behavior is totally justified! 

Pink's song 'True Love'....talks about how crazy love can make you....my question is..Why? The song is funny <to me at least> because I can totally identify with the contrary meaning. Granted my upbringing was not the most positive atmosphere to grow up in and I had..hmm hmm...have a totally distorted view of the definition of love comparable to the general population...

 

Disclaimer:

 I am in no way saying I had bad parents....negativity permeated my social interactions/school...and I'm convinced there was a negative demon solely assigned 

to take up residents on my left shoulder to whisper sweet nothings to me everyday all day long...

 
So back to my question of why...Why does it make us men and women crazy?! When the love bug bites we act  fever status totally out of control, angry, sad, happy. It's an emotional Texas roller-coaster ride....
 
Those crazy moments can be, if we let them, what draws us into each other...a common ground of crazy funny. I know, I know, the psychology world boxes people into abusive, bi-polar, antisocial, depressed, etc....but that's just their intricately educated explanation aka psychobabble.

What if we stopped pointing fingers, assigning labels, and judging? What if we did just what Jesus 'showed' us to do? What if we covered their sin or 'craziness' with love? What if we loved them anyway? What if we found laughter in our imperfections?

If you've ever been on the other end of a relationship that society would label abusive in some way (I'm convinced most relationships at some stage would be), or if you've ever been with someone who abuses drugs or abuses alcohol, this is one of the hardest things to do because we get all caught up in society standards and what exactly the definition of loving someone through their sins means.

Somewhere we got the impression that covering someone in love through their sin meant condoning it, accepting it, and making us somehow an enabler, or an abused person who deserves the abuse because we stay....But that is NOT the definition.

Now understand that I'm not saying if you are in danger...leave yourself in harms way and just be at the mercy of abuse.

If your partner is having a crazy moment you simply don't judge them..

be their quietly supporting their humanity...not their sin.

If your partner has an addiction, make sure you are safe
~take action to keep yourself that way~

don't help to the detriment of you...don't feed the addiction...but still love
them, tell them that, and vocalize your opinion...the rest is up to them.

If your partner is abusive, make sure you are safe
~take action to keep yourself that way~

but still love them, tell them that and vocalize your opinion...the rest is up to them.

Somewhere we got the idea as a society that we needed to judge and punish humanities failings...and although we are quick to do it to others...we live this almost secret agent lifestyle hiding our imperfections from everyone else and pretending...oh so pretending to be perfection in the flesh! I mean on Facebook we have a perfect family, perfect kids, perfect dogs, and 30 years out of high school - some of us have perfect bodies...come on now...

We have become a society who has forgotten to bask in the imperfection of marriage and relationships...we want it perfect- on the outside that is- and we want it now.

Robin William's character, Professor Sean Maguire, in the movie 'Good Will Hunting'...talks about his deceased wife and says the thing he misses most about her is the little idiosyncrasies (the imperfections) that made her his wife...I love when he recounts the story of how she farted when she got nervous, and how she farted in her sleep(about 1:50 into this video)...he basked in her imperfection...something totally natural albeit embarrassing to most women...and his eyes recall the memory with such fondness as he smiles with a longing that only a true love can conjure to anyone's lips.

Wouldn't life be so much easier if we would just look back at our past...take the lesson learned...and laugh about it? We need to find more loving comedy in an already way to serious world.

All I know is perfect is nonsense...and loving someone isn't easy but for it to be worth it, you have to decide to love....truly love...your partner...

And laugh...even at the farts