When drama goes, humour comes..

By Kanika Frings


Humour is not an attribute i would ever use to describe myself with. Not because i think i don’t have a sense of humour, or that i can’t thoroughly appreciate someone else’s wit, it´s just that i always had the notion that being humorous meant being funny, and well, being funny is not exactly one of my more developed features.


But lately i have started seeing humour from a different perspective. I have come to detect it in the sensation that emerges when you manage to dis-identify with a situation, often enough, unpleasant ones.
Let me clarify. When life throws drama at you and you are caught up in it, its everything else but funny, obviously. It is uncomfortable and irritating, painful, terrifying and exasperating. And/ or many other things. Yet mostly, it is not funny.
Now lately, thanks to, i guess, quite a few years of practicing as well as sitting with a Master this winter, which probably helped immensely, i have had more frequent moments of finding myself detached from uncomfortable or even dramatic feelings without getting swept away by their vigour.
It is a rather sober, almost objective awareness of what is playing out inside of me, as if seeing it from afar. Just like in the theatre, which is perhaps why it is called drama..?! And just like in the theatre, i suppose, one can entirely forget that one is watching whilst being completely engrossed in it, or one can remember that it is just a spectacle entertaining our minds.

(btw., you must look up drama in the english dictionary, its quite hilarious actually. The entire meaning of the word points out that it is everything from a show to a thrill, but that nothing about it is real…in face of which it is quite hysterical that we are usually so grimly convinced of its importance.)
Anyways, what i have noticed in these prolonged moments of awareness, apart from a deep stillness that emanates from the place that the drama is being watched from, is a subtle humour arising also.

It feels a bit like the tender, almost compassionate amusement with which one watches a distraught child becoming incredibly upset about something that seems endearing and comic to an adult onlooker.

You can understand why the child would see it as something so tremendously devastating, yet, you also know that it is relative of the perspective.

The difference is merely of where you are looking from, whether you are a witness to it, or a participant in it. This logically means that, as an adults, we get to have a choice.
Living in a community with many different people, such as DIMA, there is always great opportunity to find drama, if one wants, and at the same time it´s a wonderful playground on which to experiment stepping out of it. Not that it always works out that way, but i believe practice is the key. :)

Even choosing for it sometimes can be fun, but only if you know that you have chosen for it, not it for you, in this way one can indulge in exaggeration from a place which is less serious.
It´s a new kind of humour i find surfacing in me, that seems to be chuckling at the cosmic joke of believing something to be true, while clearly watching it at the same time, hence somewhere knowing that it can’t “really” be happening to me.

I know it sounds a bit confusing, but really, it is rather liberating and peculiar, in a funny sort of way.
In short, if we are “unwillingly” caught up in drama, we are oblivious to the humour that the play of life is.

Hence being able to consciously shift the perspective every now and again gives me, and anyone else for that matter, the opportunity not to take life, ourselves and our ever-in-motion-emotions, so *beeping* seriously.


Wow, what a relief.


with Love & Laughter,