Appropriate. There are a lot of feelings about this little, big word. Appropriate means a few different things. According to a Google Search, this is one definition:
|Suitable or proper in the circumstances.|
|Take (something) for one's own use, typically without the owner's permission.|
It's a juxtaposition that within one word there are almost two opposing view points. One means a behavior that is so right for the situation at hand, that it makes others feel comfortable. On the other hand, it means to take something away from someone with out their knowledge or agreement. One sense of the word cares so much about others and the others sense of the word is so aggressively selfish. At least in my mind. Bending to societies needs in one corner and taking with out asking in the other.
Language is a confusing thing. So is human behavior, sex and Hi-Lo Omaha poker. Three things you never quite know what your doing until it's all over. I think about being appropriate a lot. I try to ride that fine line of going over the edge, but in an appropriate manner. I think this is why I often feel like a crazy person. Because either way I go, someone will have a comment, a sneer, a chide. I know being a comic that might seem strange to some, since many of my observations exploit appropriateness or the lack there of. Comics exploit people's comfort levels, its what we do. It's good to feel uncomfortable, it promotes change. At least that's what I think. Just think if we stopped thinking about sunless tanning lotion, it would give a whole different meaning to Orange County.
I care what people think of me just as much as I don't care at all. It's strange. A challenge to me, to be sure. Because I don't feel like I can just not give a fuck and say exactly what's on my mind, I don't think it would help me achieve anything. I think having parameters is as much ladder in as much as it is a fence. Fencing makes good framework and a good frame makes all the difference. It says, look here, pay attention here. X marks the spot.
The fact that I'm even writing about this, shows how twisted up inside I am over being appropriate. I don't think someone from New York would be writing the same. Fuck em if they can't take a joke, that's what they'd say right? Like Sarah Silverman, who isn't from New York, but seems like it. I love her, I think she's brilliant. But sometimes, I'm so in awe of her level of inappropriateness, I have to wonder about her motivation. I have to think that it stems from someplace so twisted in her that it's the only medium meant to carry her message. For that I both applaud her and judge her all at the same time. Like stretch denim it is both a blessing and a curse.
A standing horse wins no race. That's was a pretty good ending, huh? Did it make you feel like I wrapped things up. Tied it with a bow. Nice resolution, right? I hope so, I don't want you leaving with out understanding me. I think.
This will be the only time you will see me on top of Sarah Silverman she looks much faster than me. Also we are not friends (yet) and she did not give me these photos from her private collection. I obtained them off of the Google.