Tuesday, August 12, 2014


This writeup was inspired by my response to the loss of Robin Williams and a cracked article I read (which was a bit too crass and focused on deep darkness rather than light to share).
There's a lot of folks wondering how a funny person could be so tortured. How a person who brought so much joy could be hurting that badly.
Extremely funny people are probably the most tortured souls because they felt the need to make others laugh due to what they saw in themselves as hideousness that could not be loved. They had been hurt by others (bullying, bad home life, trauma, ect) from an early start and they realized they could get positive reactions from people (when they had been so used to negative) by making them laugh.
How do I know this? I was/am one of those. I was teased and bullied for many years of my life... when I discovered I could detract from my flaws with humor, and I could also fight back with humor. And as usual, birds of a feather flock together. A lot of the people whom I'd be attracted to in kinship would also be the "funny people." We didn't have to tell each other we were funny, and we didn't have to worry about them bullying us because we knew we beat ourselves up enough to do it to each other. One of the funniest people I knew recently passed after years of addiction. I really hate that he could never reconcile the funny man and the man he tried to hide.
I know we are tortured souls.
I personally now have an understanding that everything about me (including the hurts and ugliness) is loved by God and those in my life who love me unconditionally. I know I don't have to distract others from my hurts with humor, but sometimes I still do. Creature of habit, I suppose.
But now I feel it is important to bring joy to others lives. I want them to be able to forget the hideousness of the world momentarily and just enjoy the greatest medicine - laughter. The place of commonality where we can take a few moments to laugh at ourselves for being so ridiculous and find that others are equally ridiculous. We just can't stay in that place of ridicule. We can't become the self-bully to make up for the lack of from others bullying you because now... you're funny. 
Funny people: please stop bullying yourselves. Especially if you think the world would be better off without you. I've had those thoughts in the past as well, but I'm so thankful to have been shown my great worth to the Father and those around me.
Not-funny people: let them be themselves. Love them. Quirks and all. Let them know all the things you love about them. Listen to their struggles. Let them be vulnerable. Don't make them always be on stage. But don't force things either.
Robin, I thank you for showing me that bright slice of life you gave. I thank you especially for Mrs. Doubtfire - showing the great lengths a human would go to in order to be with those they love.
For the lengths you went to in supporting our troops. Visiting them in-theater and getting them to laugh to lighten up the darkness they were in.
For doing the best impressions, voices, crazy noises...
For being my favorite genie.
For showing us the great impact our words and actions can have, O Captain, my Captain.
For telling us (well, Matt Damon) we have to conquer our hurts in order to help ourselves and help others with our gifts and talents.
I wish you could have reconciled the funny man and the man behind the mask. But genie, I'm glad you're free.
Thanks for showing us that everyone is fighting a tough battle that no one can see, and we must love them.

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