I often refer to Monty Python as the corruptible influence to my offbeat humor. Their influence arrived in my early teens and left around mid-college. At age 53, I’ve devoted 31 years to a buttoned down professional career as a CPA. In those 31 years there was very little time for humor. Career, studying for exams and continuing education, client meetings, preparing tax returns and financial plans, raising children, college debt, on and on and on. You get the point, your humor takes a back seat to being an “adult.” Well deep down inside my inner child has been wanting to escape. Soon I’ll be a grandfather and I can act as silly as I want to be. For a short period of time, my grandchild will love my one man silly act of “Monty Hamlet.”
When no one is watching I’ll talk like a silly kniggit. My goal is to have this child smiling and laughing, needing frequent nappie changes from uncontrollable laughter, knowing every time he will be with his grand poopa that it will be filled with silliness. There will be a time for seriousness and “adult” behavior. As I near the golden years I want children to know there was a time when one-on-one human interaction and laughter was the norm, not a smart phone or 300 channel cable. Soon enough my grandchild will pass the kniggit phase and he will find me too weird to be around. Yet as he ages I want him to recall those times and allow his own inner child to come out to play and be silly, and carry this legacy to the next generation.
The actors in Monty Python were paid to be silly. Most of us have to do it for free. Our only reward is the lasting memory of the smile and the incredible sound of laughter from an infant or toddler. Those memories pad the thought, like a new and dry nappie, that life is worthy to be renewed, even through all the hardships and duties of “adulthood.” Learn to laugh, learn to smile, learn to add some silliness to your life. This old sappy and silly sod is rehearsing his Monty Hamlet act.
To pee, or not to pee, that is the question:
Whether ’tis Nobler in the bladder to suffer,
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous constipation,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of dribbles,
For coupons of half-off adult nappies.
Oh, this is going to be so silly.