A Short Message (with a Necessarily Long Title) Regarding my Personal Opinions About Comedy Amid A Terribly Distressing Existence (as well as an Insight into my Hypersensitive Nature)

Occasionally, I feel the need to write something stupid. No doubt, I do not need to try very hard at this. But I am well aware of how far behind other readers and writers I am as far as intellectual depth is concerned.

Although I hope to increase my reading comprehension and knowledge of the world, I know that there will always be someone lightyears ahead of me as far as understanding of the world through books is concerned. And although I’m aware that knowledge isn’t a competition, this still, no doubt, causes uneasiness within me, because of the realization of how much education I’m missing out on. It makes me angry, on an insanely personal level, because I really enjoy learning, and having that slowed down because of other things that I don’t understand, or contemplating how many things there are in the world that I just can’t grasp, makes me angry.

The idea of mental limitations makes me angry. It makes me angry to contemplate that there are some things that I want to understand that I just won’t ever be able to understand. Not things which are impossible to understand, but things that are certain. Unshakable facts that I will never be able to comprehend. That “unshakable fact” pisses the Hell out of me, and I’ll never be able to understand why, exactly, those limitations are in place…

However, despite my intense passion for learning, and my aggravation regarding what it is that I do not know, sometimes, simply for humor’s sake, I enjoy creating stupid things.

The stupid things are simply that: a humorous “break”, I suppose. Laughter is, thankfully, a universal positive-emotion booster for humankind. Laughter simply makes one feel good. And, on a side note, I believe that my hypersensitive sense of humor derives from my hypersensitive sense of shittiness. I am smart enough to know that shit is there, so I can’t just “ignore it” or “let it go”, because I’m not that ignorant. However, the shittiness is, often, too complex and overwhelming to solve, so to keep from going to a mad level of lethal, suicidal depression, I make myself laugh. And based on how often I make myself laugh, there are, no doubt, a plethora of depressing complex problems that I cannot solve…

…I suppose that I was hoping that this would be longer, but I believe that I have said all I need to say, and, rather surprisingly, I said it rather succinctly…

…That is unlike me.

Maybe my brain and language communication are getting smarter afterall…

Hallefuckinglujah

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