I recently played a board game that proposed many question starting with the line
On a scale from 1-10
On a scale from 1-10, how cute is the outfit of the person on your left
On a scale from 1-10 what is your attitude toward your job
On a scale from 1-10, rate the looks of the person seated to your right
On a scale from 1-10, rate your intelligence comparative to the person on your left
My friends and I had fun spewing numbing, making fun of each other and ourselves. Taking the initial question and spiraling them into full-blown discussions. And then I realized that Freud was right. In every joke, there is an element of truth.
We may have been poking each other about our intelligence, wittiness, fashion sense, instinct, and looks, but we were also telling each other what we really thought of each other.
Only in jest can you tell someone that their sweater looks like a regurgitated hairball without offending them.
Only in jest can you tell someone how it annoys the heck out of you when she berates herself, fishing for compliments
Only in jest can you really tell someone how you admire and respect him without making yourself too vulnerable.
Only in jest can you truly say what you think
As people, censor ourselves all the time. Our mothers always say, “There’s a time and place for everything.” And they’re right. When we are kidding around though, everyone takes the others’ comments with a grain of salt. With this precaution, and mindset in place, people are free to speak,
The constitution gave us the freedom of speech
Polite society took it away
Humor gives it back.