I'm so Funny
Like a dog returning to its own vomit, I am back... without vengeance.
Writing here reminds me of smoking that single stick a week ago, my first ever conscious nicotine fix after seven whole months of being good to my lungs. In my last post, I mentioned how I was good at the cold turkey thing, but by now, I think I know just how much I have brittle self-control. A two-minute saint –that’s who I am, because if you urge me to do something beyond those 120-second time frame, you could probably spot the horns and tail sprouting from my person.
“No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.” -1 Corinthians 10:13
This verse had managed to make creepy appearances in my life these past two weeks –even outside church, and ugh, I don’t know what to make of it, or rather, I find myself not wanting to believe it. What I accept as the ultimate truth, however, is that God has an awful sense of humor. I try not to think Him the sadistic type anymore.
Life is hilarious.
Like I fooled myself into thinking (HAHA!) that I have been ‘fine/OK’ all this time. Or like that brainless conversation I had with my ‘ex’, who told me the ‘Of course I meant the things I said before’ bullshit, and the gravity of those words and intentions have been eventually outweighed by the actuality of one’s weaknesses, one’s being ‘just a man’. Actually, it’s not even funny. At all. Reminds me of that time when Derek Zoolander stepped out to the curb, humiliated from the disastrous male model awards, with his adorable pout, and The Wallflowers’ rendition of the Bee Gees’ ‘Started a Joke’ played just on cue, the single line subtle yet so clear: “…But I didn’t see, the joke was on me…”
Maybe that’s just it. We’re all stand-up comedians. We p oke fun at other people's demise, but the best jokes to tell will always be the part where we make an honest degradation of our own character. People are entertained, just the same way I think God is my regular customer. Every night, He’d be there, waiting for me to deliver even just that one line, that inevitable FML moment where I just roll my eyes and the drummer ends the show with the last TUG-SH!
Me: Knock-knock.
God: Who’s there?
Me: I need to get paid.
God: I need to get paid who?
Me: Like God I need to get paid soon with all the laughing you’re doing.
Bow.