Towards the end of last week, I tried a minor experiment – I went out of my way to be outrageously funny and comic. And well, I succeeded to the extent that I decided to stick to the new ‘format’ - you know, wave farewell to the brooding, serious chap that I generally am and instead be full of bright humour.
And well, everyone seemed to be delighted with the change, and kept remarking about how cheerful I now was and how nice it was to see me enjoying things so much, instead of loping around with a grim face.
But not one of my oldest friends - we go back all the way to 1998. When we were chatting on the phone a few minutes ago, she suddenly asked if I was all right and why I was behaving like a silly idiot!
“Well, I have just developed a keener sense of humour, ” I replied.
“Yes,” she replied. “But this is not you. And I know it. So knock it off, at least with me.”
“You don’t get it!” I bleated. “No one likes me being serious and broody. Even you keep telling me to lighten up.”
“I do, ” she snapped. “But I sure prefer your being sincerely mournful to being artificially hilarious. It’s a sad reflection on me as a friend if you have to put up an act in front of me.”
There’s a moral there somewhere, I think.
1 comment:
Yes, there is a moral. Be what you are. Even if you are sad.
You don't need to pretend if you are sad and don't care about what people say.
GOT THAT?
i hope you did.
Take care
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