I am unabashedly shameless.
I think it is something that has become decidedly so - much like an Earth as it revolves around a Sun.
I say things that are so horribly inappropriate when in seemingly comfortable social situations that people gasp and hiss and often don't know how to respond. I find it somewhat vexing because this generally catches me off guard. It would be one thing if I intended to get such a rise out of others, but usually I just want them to share a good laugh about some silly nonsense with me.
At work today there were two such incidences:
The first occurred this morning when I dragged myself away from the project I have been working on to search for treats in the second floor kitchen. I got there and discovered no such treats, but rather then let my disappointment get the best of me, I inserted myself into the conversation between two of my friends/co-workers (whose names have been changed to protect the innocent) who may also have been looking for treats.
Kerry and Connie had recognized that they both were wearing a similar outfit - jeans and brown shirts. I winced and said that was really too bad because they both sit in the same studio near one another. People might easily mistake their lack of office dress coordination as a hideous "Twin Day" faux pas. Connie pointed out that her shirt was slightly lighter in shade than Kerry's shirt.
"See, it's the color of..."
"Poop!" I chimed in making even more light of the situation. Kerry smiled like it was all part of her plan. I can usually count on her to dignify my jokes.
Connie kind of glared at me with a reluctant smile but asked squeamishly what color her shirt represented.
"Puke...yes," I suggested?
"Is puke really this color," she asked?
"Well no." Realizing my error, I retorted, "Unless it's regurgitated poop."
"Okay. Time to get back to work," she said shaking her head in dismay.
Maybe I really am inappropriate. Maybe I'm frustrated by a society that isn't as comfortable as I am talking about the difference in coloration between fecal matter and regurgitated fecal matter. Maybe people are too damn sensitive. Maybe I think I'm funnier than I really am.
Later in the afternoon we were notified that one of my fellow interns had been accepted to UT - Austin. Though happy for her, I found this curious because she had been previously denied the honor much like I had been several weeks ago. I wanted to extend my congratulations and also wanted to find out how exactly one gets denied acceptance to a school and then gets miraculously accepted. So an hour later when I found myself in her vicinity, I inquired.
"Hey! Congrats on getting in. That's so great!"
"Thanks Ben, she smiled."
"So what's the story? I thought that you told me you didn't get it."
"Well, I did get a rejection. But an hour ago the Undergraduate Admissions Director called me. Apparently I was on the waiting list"
I was being totally genuine in that moment but quickly switched to sarcastic mode. It's usually my killer deadpan that gets me into trouble. Of course my next response was in jest!
"My goodness! Now what did you do...did you sleep with her?"
<Gasp> "Ben! Oh my God! She is such a sweet, old woman - how could you insinuate..."
All this makes me wonder - when these incidences occur, is it because I project a message that to me, nothing is sacred?
I recently read that Issac Hayes who voiced the beloved character of "Chef" on South Park left the show because he found their particular message regarding the Church of Scientology offensive. Now, this is a show that is criticized for championing a distinctive brand of genius. The show has effectively made fun of absolutely everything - Christians, Mormons, Jews, Muslims, Blacks, Gays, Hippies, People who have asses for faces - you name it. The fact that Issac Hayes would suddenly protest the show's humor after eight years because he didn't care for the uninhibited disregard for people's beliefs proves that even one of their own has clearly missed the point (let alone exposing that he too, was susceptible to the mystique of L. Ron Hubbard and his powerful fanatics.)
Nothing is too serious. Everything evokes laughter.
For me its the highest form of sanctity. If nothing is untouchable, then everything is sacred.
Maybe you disagree. Either way I just wanted to take a moment to laugh at myself.