I dare you to define 'humor'

On a recent visit to Pie and Biscuits, I, along with other readers, was invited to watch a video of an ad. I won't say anything more about that ad except that the owner of the blog told us how funny she'd found it.

Well, I bit the bait of course and watched the ad. I found it funny enough but couldn't help thinking of other ads and other recorded incidents that have left me bent over double in suicidally uncontrollable laughter. Let me give you an example of one such.

So, anyways, watching this video again caused me to ponder, again, over this hard-to-define thing called humor, which incidentally, I was taught at school and at university, that other animals don't have. 

Well, I beg to differ. I am absolutely convinced my dog laughs when I set up a barricade to prevent her from getting to the front door.  Why wouldn't she?  She has never failed to get past it. Never, no matter how I vary the configuration or the components.

As for my cat, well, his humor is so dry I'm sure he goes to the Wickham every evening to wet his whistle.

But, as usual, I digress.  The point in question is: What is this thing called humor?

Dictionary Online defines it as

"a comic, absurd, or incongruous quality causing amusement: the humor of a situation.", while The Free Dictionary gives us this definition:

" The quality that makes something laughable or amusing; funniness:"

And all that is very well, but what exactly is this 'quality'? Can you shed some light?  Or if you can't, can you share one of your funniest, most humorous video or story?  You can never have too much humor, I don't think.

And here's some fun and  funny stuff from Amazon:

 

      

 

I plan to remain ageless

 "When I dream, I am ageless"  Elizabeth Coatsworth

My friend, L, whom I visited yesterday is one cool lady.  I don't have the time nor the mood to go into her coolness in this post but I'm sure I'll get you better acquainted with her in future posts.

Anyways, L is nearly eighty but you'd never know it to see her or hear her or be in her company.

Now, that's one of the silliest things I've said because,. unfortunately, it's reflective of a mind with a preconceived idea of what an eighty year-old (or thereabouts) is like. It's something that I'm consciously trying to change and my bringing it to your attention here is one way of doing it.

I mean, whatever age a person is and however he or she looks at that age is exactly how that age looks on him or her. Know what I mean?

When people tell me that I look a lot younger than I am, I tell them, "No, I look exactly my age and this is exactly how my age looks on me".

Anyways, I really wanted to tell you about what had happened to my friend, L, a weekend ago when she was out with her grandson, P, and his family.  They'd all gone to a theme park as a birthday treat for P who turned twelve. But no sooner had they got there, when L, excited as she was about spending the day with the family, fell over an old tree root that had cracked through the footpath.

L admitted that she literally had't looked where she was going, not that that tree root had much business being there.  Oh, I suppose you could argue that the footpath shouldn't have been built near a grand old tree, but let's save that discussion for another time, shall we?

Well, L took a bad fall, which, miraculously, resulted in only minor physical injury (a swollen wrist that is still painful) and some bruises over her arm.

So, how was the fall bad?

It was the shock of it, the actual physical trauma resulting from the body falling suddenly and uncontrollably.  As L related her story, I could see that she was not completely over it.  And soon, she confirmed it:

"I'm still feeling a bit scared.  I don't feel so confident now.  And I was so upset because it was P's birthday and we couldn't enjoy it because we spent the first part at the doctor's surgery and for the rest of it, I had to hold on to A's arm all the time. They (the theme park management) offered me a wheel chair but I didn't want it. I ruined his birthday".

   

"Oh, L", I thought but didn't say,  "No, you didn't.  It could've happened to anyone".  Instead, I just let her continue talking.  It felt right to.

I remember going to a theme park with my boyfriend at the time and his mates when I was about twenty.  We went on as many rides as we could but at one point, I felt quite ill which I'm sure had to do with all that swinging on the 'Pirate ship' not long after we'd had some lunch - bad idea.  Well, before I knew it, I'd thrown up right in the middle of the area next to the ship.

I cannot begin to tell you how embarrassed I was and later, how surprised and touched I was that neither my boyfriend nor his mates were repulsed.  On the contrary, they came right over to comfort and console me, offering me water and tissues to clean up and then taking me over to the toilet.

     

Throwing up, falling over, spraying saliva are things we do no matter what age we are.  I can't help thinking that poor L, like so many older people, are likely to blame age for their 'accidents' even if they don't say so openly.

I think we've been conditioned to expect things like this to happen to us as we get older and so, surprise,surprise, they do!  There are enough people and advertisements to caution us about aging and help us 'prepare' for it.  I mean, if you prepare yourself for a disaster you're not exactly going to be showing yourself a good time, are you? 

Now,  I had no idea I was going to be writing about being conditioned to 'age' but there you have it.  I've just followed a thought and it's brought me here. Which is one of the reasons I write - I love surprises :)

So, anyways, what are your thoughts about any of this?