R. D. Laing was a Scottish psychiatrist who believed that a great deal of what we call “mental illness” is learned. An example I remember his giving once was the angry correction administered to a child who dared to laugh. “How do you dare to laugh,” he was castigated, “when Jesus died on the cross for you?”
I was thinking about this yesterday when I contemplated writing a rather frivolous post. I didn’t, reflecting that given the death toll and continued catastrophe for millions in the Philippines it might be rather tasteless.
Well, I think that’s ridiculous.
If we can’t laugh, if we can’t be frivolous in the face of suffering, when can we dare to even smile?
In face, people who can laugh and even joke in the middle of tragedy are often beacons of light and strength. They certainly have been for me. One of my favourite blogs is a breath of fresh air – and it is nothing but jokes. (Mostly good ones, which of course makes a difference.)
I’m not sure I have any great talent as a comedian. But I’m pretty accomplished at frivolity.
So from now on, if the only thoughts I have are frivolous, I’m going to write a post anyway.
I hope as the reader you may be able to grin and bear it.