The Strange Risks of Spontaneity

I think a lot about how to live my life in a genuine way. I come from a very sarcastic family, and have always been pretty sarcastic in general. I use self-deprecating humour to create a persona that is more resilient than I actually am.

Most of my fondest memories come from times when I let myself be unabashedly goofy. Between Improv, certain moments in parties and more, when I think about the times in my past when I really felt "on" it was when I was able to spontaneously act outside of the beaten track.

At the same time, I have also made fun of people trying to be "random" for a long time, and I often will convince myself that someone is faking spontaneity or silliness and look down on them.

This puts me in a weird spot. Is my goofiness somehow superior because "oh well I'm actually self-aware"? That seems unlikely. Maybe part of being spontaneous and enjoying yourself is accepting that a part of that will be ~trying~ to be spontaneous, which is undoubtedly a bit lame. Maybe it's O.K. to be a bit lame.
I'll probably come back to this topic at some point, it's one that chases me around all the time in one form or another.

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