The hardest art in the world is that of comedy, for nothing is seriously funny.
The hardest subject to understand is yourself and your own feelings, wants, and desires. We don't know what we want, and we get it. That's comedy again - breaking with the norm; writing a sentence in a way it wouldn't be expected.
This is an open train of thought, a flow of words that I'm not really steering. Comedy does not work this way. Comedy is careful, planned, it has rules, rules for how to be unexpected. Comedy cannot be improvised. Neither can love. These things, these things that provoke emotion in us, must either be carefully thought through, or they will not work. There are rules to love, just as there are rules to comedy. They exist in the space between us.
Nobody wants to see a naked human. Naked humans are ugly. There's nothing funny about that nakedness. Comedy never really drops its pants. Comedy wears polka-dotted underwear, that were carefully designed to be there. Lovers never really remove everything. It's planned, all of it.
And the worst part is, I don't know where I'm going with my plan. It's there, step by step, gestures to provoke laughter, glances to provoke love, but where does it all lead? And will anyone ever get there? We're all so easily overthrown.
Unexpected things ruin our plans. Undressing is planned. Sex is planned. Unplanned sex is rape, and rape is ugly. Beautiful things, that's it - all beautiful things have a plan. All beautiful things have rules. Everything beautiful leads somewhere, but we never reach our goal, for ugliness topples it before we're really there.
Ruined plans, overthrown plans, naked people doing their best to hide behind their beauty, comedians doing their best to continue with their jokes despite the guy on second row dropping comments.
Comedy is the hardest art. It needs to pretend to be free while at all times being bound.
There is a lot to be learned from comedians.
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Since I've already called Rikard today, I don't feel the need to comment any more on this post - except restate that I don't fully agree, of course ^^
And if people are worried, there's no need.(Sorry Rik, but it's a strong post)
Maybe, possibly, I know what you mean. There is an innate dilemma in planning, because joy comes only in spontaneity. A planned and expected joy is void. Yet having no plan results in more disappointment than joy.
I don't know if this applies to your situation, but to me the optimal plan is never a prescribed, detailed recipe. It's a set of goals to achieve, a framework to achieve them, and a set of contingency backups to maintain the framework. This allows you to improvise and be spontaneous, within a strong sense of direction and purpose. Unless the framework falls, the plan is flawless, but the frame is strong.
I'm probably blunt as usual, basing encouragement on a Bismarckian philosophy of life. I hope you see what I mean.
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