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A friend of mine tonight commented on an earlier post of mine, and presented me with this question:
"Don't You Want (Emily) To Take You Seriously?"

She tagged it as food for thought, and of course, I ate it right up. Rachel'll give me a hard time for saying this, but I do rather enjoy thinking, even when (typically) it turns down the dark corridors of my mind (dark as in uncomfortable, not unused ^_^). And so, being me (and you guys may find this hard to believe) I thought about it.

She was refering to The Letter, which may yet turn out to be not so regrettable as it appears, but one can never say. That's aside the point. She refered to the letter, asking if I wanted her to take me seriously in the matter. Granted, it's quite simply "yes" - I'd be a fool or worse if I wanted her to take it as a joke. And yet, I retain that, given the subject matter, I don't think it could be mistaken, though I could be wrong. That's as far as my thoughts went on that issue, but I didn't stop there. I never stop at an obvious ending point. No, not I.

Of course, the topic turned broader, from if I wanted HER to take me seriously, to wether I really wanted ANYONE to take me seriously. Again, it would follow that, yes, I do want to be taken seriously, but maybe that's not the issue after all. It may well be an issue of wether I want to....'seem' isn't the right word, but seems to fit well enough. Wether I want to seem serious...no, that's not even the right word.

I guess it's not so much "seriousness" that I'm concerned with. Or rather, maybe "seriousness" itself is what should be under scrutiny, as opposed to being TAKEN seriously. No one would argue the point that a stand-up comedian is nessisarily serious, though they may be BEING serious, to an extent, and one could alsoi take a comedian seriously. Comedians, like anyone else, typically have something to say, and comedy is their medium. Be it rediculous or exagerated, true humor revolves around truth - if there's no truth in it somewhere, even if it's a blatant LACK of truth (or perhaps, more an opposite to truth) that's where true humor is.

Which, of course, leads to an interesting observation. Much of what passes for comedy these days doesn't qualify, really, as humor. No, I would greatly argue that point, and it's my personal conviction that much of the comedy out there is rather insulting to my intellegence, and I should hope insulting to others.

A kid throws a brick at a robber's forehead, who subsequently staggers back onto a rollerskate and falls down the stairs and out through the front window. At first glance, yes, maybe it's almost humorous, but I would say it's humorous in the implausibility of the chain reaction, not in the act itself, and upon closer inspection, I would say it lacks most any humor.

Now then, many out there would argue with me. Or, at the least, disagree with me if they couldn't formulate an argument. They would try to show that throwing bricks at people is funny, but I digress, and so would they. The fact remains, as I asserted, that comedy revolves on truth. This argument sheds doubt on classic Roadrunner cartoons, which would earn me the animosity of many Americans today. I would almost argue with myself on that point - I grew up with those cartoons, as well.

And now here's another interesting observation - you have seen on a small scale how my thoughts flow. It seems to follow, like most anything else, and at the same time doesn't quite seem to fit. Ironically, also, I do believe this post began with me argueing that I'm not completely serious, ever, and yet I ended up with a reasonable debate within my own mind.

And yet, even at that, it's a debate on COMEDY of all things. Really, can one argue that a serious debate on the nature of comedy is wholly serious? Wheels within wheels, my friends. Wheels within wheels.

My world is whole again - the dorm has life once again.
Anyways, I've got alot t'say t'day, so I'm gonna give you "Mini-Subjects(R)"! Enjoy.


I'm Only Happy When It Rains
It rained today. ^_^
I like rain.

People often look at me weird when I say that, but really, I LOVE rainy days. I LIKE the way the sky looks. I mean, have you ever taken the time to look at the sky on a rainy day? Sure it's a cold grey color, but have you noticed the clouds themselves? I think it's so awsome watching clouds streak across the sky, almost faster than it seems they should go.

But that's not it. The light is different on a rainy day. It's a change of pace from "good" weather. Yes, the shades may be darker, but they're brighter, too. I mean, really, take a look at the world before you decide it's miserable. ^_^

But that's not it eaithet. Have you ever noticed how alive you can feel when you're being drenched in rain? Or how nice it is to get warm and dry again? Or just the spendor of watching a rainstorm on the front porch for hours?
That's not it either. It's indescribable.

I like rain. ^_^



It's A Wonderful Life
I love my life. I mean, I don't know why, it's not like I never complain, but I love my life. I mean, I donno - I didn't go home for Thanksgiving, but in a sense, I didn't ever leave, either. College is good. There are things I wish were different, and that kind of stuff, but even given that, I love my life.



"Coincidences"
If you've known me for long, you know that I always believe that things happen for a reason. i don't believe much in chance or fortune, or what have you. Mind you, I don't believe in fate, either, but that's beside the fact.

As testement to this, take Claire - me and her get along really well (REALLY well ^_^). and we've only known eachother for, what, a SINGLE month? Maybe not even. And besides that, but she is my friend's college roomate's friend from home, who we just happened to bump into at an Anime convention. Coincidence? I think not.

Then there's Tara. I met Tara at orientation cause she's from a sizable family herself, and so our mothers talked. As cool as I think she is, we never really talked much after that.
Anyways, I got a job about a month or so ago at the JP2 Center. A week ago, I was working on the 2nd floor art galery (which meant I was ticking by the hours reading my book. ^_^). Anyways, the girl comes up, and atomatically I tell her 'If you have any questions, I'm here' and so she goes off. Anyways, she comes back asking what this fresco thing is, and I explain to her that frescos are painted on walls, in plaster, and so they took it off the wall and basically skrewwed it over.
She laughed and said she didn't know much about art, and I said neither do I - I'm a CompSci Major at CUA. And she suddenly perks us and askes "Do you know Tara?" And I said, yeah, I think I do. And she tells me how she's a good friend of Tara's from back home, and has been TRYING to get in touch with her, but doesn't know how.
So she gives me a note to give to Tara, and old friend of hers whom I barely know. And all of this happened spontaneously at work. Coincidence? It gets better.
The next day I go looking for Tara. After class, I head over to Campus Ministries, where she works. Of course, she's not there, she works in the morning, not the evening. But I head around the corner, cause I gotta get money from the ATM. And, surprise surprise, I see Tara. So I tell her the story, and give her the note, and she tells me that this really means alot to her, and she really wanted to get back in touch with this girl.
Coincidence? I think not.



Food for thought.
Words to live by.

Good night, and Godspeed.