Can you make yourself laugh? Is it possible when walking
down a sunlit street (for example), pleasantly contemplating a particular stream
of inner thought, to be so struck by a passing reminiscence of an amusing
incident; or, while reflecting on a train of thought, putting 2 and 2 together;
or when extrapolating some situation that has occurred internally and seeing
something new and amusing; or old and amusing, and it strikes you so
irrepressibly droll that you actually laugh out loud?
This happens to me. Not as a regular occurrence, but
occasionally. And I love it when it does. It’s a free laugh after all, and
where would the world go if there was no free laughter? (Probably the way of
ISIS)
Last night I made myself laugh. OK it wasn’t an instance
of private cogitation gone haywire- I was actually telling a regular joke. But
you’re not supposed to laugh at your own punchline are you? If it’s not bad
form, it’s a practical impossibility. A joke relies on the unknown surprising
you.
Someone once produced a theory of laughter which claimed it to be something akin to a fear reaction. Animals show their teeth when afraid don’t they. Laughter, then, is a sign of fear replaced with relief. We are demonstrating that the situation is ok; we were surprised but now know there is nothing to fear.
Someone once produced a theory of laughter which claimed it to be something akin to a fear reaction. Animals show their teeth when afraid don’t they. Laughter, then, is a sign of fear replaced with relief. We are demonstrating that the situation is ok; we were surprised but now know there is nothing to fear.
So how can you laugh at your own joke when you are fully
aware of the coming punchline? Well, all I can say is that the joke I told was
a funny joke. So, I told it, and I couldn't control my laughter. Perhaps you
want to hear it. I heard Barry Cryer tell it on the radio a few nights ago.
That’s how I managed to remember it at all, a feat I generally fail at with unparalleled
certainty.
There’s this guy and he’s learning to be a lion tamer. He’s
in the cage every day with the lion and the master who is teaching him. Well he’s
doing well and feels fairly confident that he can persuade the lion to behave;
but he’s thinking about what might happen when he’s out under the lights. So he
speaks to the master and he says: “Listen, I can perfectly well control this
lion here in training, but what will happen when I’m under the lights? I’ll
perhaps get nervous and the lion will sense this and he might decide to attack
me.”
“You don’t need to worry about that” say the master. “If
the lion starts to attack, you just need to reach behind you and pick up a bit
of poo and throw it in the lion’s face- that’ll stop it instantly.”
“OK,” says the man “but will there definitely be a bit of
poo behind me?”
“There will if the lion attacks you, trust me”