Mocking Birds Don't Fly
Daily activities,
responsibilities, and incidents are enough to wear a person down. Humor, therefore, brings a little grace into
the mix. It's the proverbial oil that lubricates
the machine, preventing it from overheating.
Some humor, like sarcasm, can be more a relief valve than a
lubricant. If a lot of friction has
already heated things, a sarcastic expostulation can awaken the need for some
needed sympathy, forestalling a meltdown.
So sarcasm is necessary but should be used judiciously. In other words, not all brands of humor
"lubricate the machine." One
in particular actually increases friction, namely mockery, sarcasm’s near
cousin.
One who easily mocks goes
directly to my "do not trust" list.
Mockery is a strong indicator of poor character. We know it when we see it, parody that highlights
what the mocker thinks stupid, weak, or contemptible. This is such an undignified way on many
levels. For one, the mocker feels
assured in his contempt; he is confident others will join in. Even before the mocking begins its impulse
bathes in arrogance. Secondly, and worse, humiliating others rewards the mocker
with mean congratulations from those who laugh or pile on. And this enticing of others to participate in
the humiliating is yet another sad effect, quite aside from the person
mocked.
Not much else to say. I hate mockery. And the mockers themselves? I don’t hate them; I just feel better when
they’re not around. Or not mocking.
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