Why not?

If I had to pick one facet of humor to lim­it myself to for the rest of my life, “ran­dom” would be unhesi­tat­ing choice. The things in books, movies, and life that tick­le my fan­cy most almost always the sort of things that beg the ques­tion, “Where did that come from?” Think of me as an ardent fol­low­er of the ‘fun­ny because it does­n’t make sense’ school.

Yet this atti­tude is present through­out my dai­ly life as well. My response to the ques­tion “Why” is almost always a reflex­ive “Why not?” I was think­ing about this, ques­tion­ing whether this was a glib­ness I was lean­ing too heav­i­ly on. But I don’t know. It may instead be my essen­tial phi­los­o­phy of life express­ing itself. I don’t look for rea­son to do things; I need a rea­son not to do things. 

Of course, if I tru­ly lived by this phi­los­o­phy, it would mean that I was dynam­ic, dri­ven, my charis­mat­ic iner­tia need­ing to be con­stant­ly reined by social or log­i­cal con­straints. If you know me, you know that this is far from the case. But it could be, if only I let the phi­los­o­phy that guides my speech acts ani­mate the rest of my life as well.

Isn’t that a trou­bling thought?

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