According to some parts of our society, black humor can be conceived as a twisted form of truth, either that or misread as one meditating on something he is intent on doing. Willingly admitting that one harbors humorous albeit dark opinions or thoughts that few other dare to even breathe out loud, puts you more often than not in a very difficult position. Should you stand firm for your principles and burn at the stakes for what you believe in, or buckle under the weight of guilt put on your shoulders? Why should one have to choose? I won't believe even for a second that anyone can claim to be pure of heart. Put a gun to someone's head, and you'll find dirt enough to build your own garden of shame.
I'm a huge fan of black humor. It's something that aids our society move closer to a place where we can admit that whatever illusion we've got going can't hide the fact that we're just human. We all have dirty shames we hide beneath a million layers of pride and guilt, and fearing that if someone would find out we'd be expelled from the collective. I don't mind sharing these thoughts, why would I? I'm not a bad person. I don't set kittens on fire with a stove to get myself aroused, I don't molest children, I don't kill and I even abscond from getting into a fight. I'm human, and I have my flaws. The difference is that I don't hide them. I'm not ashamed to admit that sometimes I have a dark corner inside my head that churns out hate-smoldering thoughts that most people would find disgusting and cruel. Again, why would I hide them? They're just thoughts after all.
Imagine yourself free of every dark thought you've ever had, or felt. Bliss, right? Wrong. It's these thoughts exactly that makes us who we are. It's these thoughts that enable us to make decisions about what's right and wrong. It's these thoughts that help us vent our frustration, and all the bottled up rage we walk around hiding from everyone else. Venting these dirty secrets, it helps one self cope with their inescapable existence, and keep them in line. Another fact is, that people love to read another persons dirty secrets, either because the love to feel better than them, or because they can relate and laugh without ever having to reveal themselves. In some ways, those who promote dark and black humor are martyrs. We take the blow for the rest of you, and by exposing our inner demons, we diminish them, and with humor, we disarm them.
This post is obviously written with an intent, so let me explain.
Some of my readers might remember one of my first posts, named "This Kid". It was a post aimed to exaggerate my strained relation with my son and a kid from my work place, to alleviate some pressure from my head while disarming some demons with humor. Yes, it was harsh and yes, it was funny (at least to some). It was intently exaggerated, and preposterous by design but because of this post, I've been stamped as an uncaring, psychopathic person, and you know what? I'm loving it.
First off, knowing that one or more of my readers think they are stocking up on valuable information against me, humors me more than any joke would ever do. Seriously? If I was a psychopath, one of my many therapists would've told me by now that I'm not fit for society. If anything, I'm just loaded with a crap sense of humor. You should stop obsessing over me, and start reading between the lines instead of forcing out your own ideas from all the shit I write.
Second, I'm allowed to write whatever the hell I want. Freedom of speech.
So, with that out of the line, let's elaborate, and let's make this painstakingly clear to all of you who want to see me burn. For all future posts, let us all know that whatever I write is either meant to be sarcastic, humorous or edgy and is used to disarm my inner demons, not something to be taken literally. If it involves a description of anyone you know, let's presume that somewhere within my head that person is burning on a bonfire with a stake through his or her heart, and the relevant post was my way of coping with the fact that he or she exists, you won't find me running around town chasing down said person trying to kill them with a spork.
Fantasy violence? Loads of it
Real violence? Pass. I've been beaten the crap out of once too many times to bother.
This blog is a window into my head, and if you don't like what it has to say, keep on walking. If you're determined to make something out of it, piss off or sue me.
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