I am a terrible person, what I find funny is pretty horrible. This is not about me finding something horrendously macabre hilarious, I am not that callous, but the subject of my mirth is a touch unfeeling.
A good example of this was a few weeks ago when The Felicirpator was moving cushions around her Grandma’s front room. She had placed one on the floor and then started to wander around looking at the ceiling. It was obvious what was going to happen.
As she tumbled over the mislaid furnishings I was unable to resist. For some strange reason children falling over is my weakness, and for some strange reason I find it unbearably funny.
My all time favourite YouTube video is what I refer to as “the ice-cream one”.
It is pure gold, not only are there two falls but both are different. No matter how many times I watch it I can’t help but cry, and even though I am a parent the ‘this is hilarious’ part of my brain overwrites the ‘oh god are they okay?’ centre.
I should feel more compassion, but even with my own daughter I was too busy laughing to pick her up and give her the once over. I could see through the tears that she was okay (after all she had fallen over a cushion) but I’m a bad person for the reactions not being reversed.
This is especially so when I laugh at another video that could easily be more dangerous. The “Volcano”.
I find the video funny but the bit that causes me hysterics is not the tiny cry of “my eyes” but “it burns”. This girl could be severely hurt but for some terrible reason I can’t help but laugh.
Just today The Feliciraptor decided to spin on the spot for no real reason. As she was spinning I could see what was going to happen, I made sure to place myself in between her and the marble fireplace but then waited for the magic.
Any collection of children falling, tumbling or generally just falling on their face makes me laugh. Having my own comedy generator makes me realise though that children are naturally bouncy, they are designed to take the pratfalls because that is how they spend their formative years.
What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?
Source: Roaring Laughter