Dark Humor and Religion

Today I come to realize I have a pretty dark humor… I joke about things that aren’t nice to be joked, I laugh about things that I shouldn’t laugh because I’m a christian and joking about someone who had died or about a Jesus in a parallel universe isn’t something I should do.
There must be respect to the religion. I demand respect of my believes. So why am I making fun of my believes? I’m kinda of lost because I don’t know if dark humor and religion should be connected.
I’m a happy person, I enjoy little things in life, and I’m always laughing. My religions believes in happiness and love. If we joke about something, is it sinful? We don’t mean to hurt anyone, we don’t mean to disbelief anything, we just mean to have a good laugh. So is it ok? We still are disrespecting tho.
What we are taught is that we are alive because of God, and we must live our lives for him… But the way I see God (everybody has their own mind of god) is that I should live my life WITH him. I think I should live my life like I own it, and do my choices, and always be with him present in that. So I talk to him, I go to church to listen to him… but I’m still… me… He doesn’t make me do something I don’t wanna do.
My thoughts are, as long as my intentions are good, he’s with me… Like a father is always there for their kids no matter what they choose to do.

Have a Dark Humor as long as you don’t hurt anybody.

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Humans of New York – The Series

“Insanity to me means being able to make choices that are not harmful to the next person or individual. (…) Insanity is having a dollar knowing that is worth a hundred times, and not being able to use that money to its fullest. Insanity is being a young wanna grow up too fast. Insanity would be knowing where the gold is and not going to get it, knowing where the diamonds are and not going to get them (…). Insanity would be knowing what love is and not passing it on to the next friend, family member, loved one. Insanity would be having a gift and saying “ohh it’s not worth anything”, and then you find out that the gift was worth something and you spend the rest of your life trying to get it back, and then you find out that the gift that was given to you is life, and once you’ve kinda give your life away, it’s not easy trying to get it back (…)”

This is how Humans of New Yorker – The Series begins his first episode. The famous facebook page that shows a little piece of a person’s life as encounters this journalist on a street is given to us through a deep interview where we get to know that person’s thoughts and mind.
As we listen every story that comes up, we get wiser, we see reality, we acknowledge that individual that we do not know, but now it’s important to us for some reason. He’s not invisible anymore. Some people feel the urge to do something, to help others, or just to get to know more of the other. There’s a connection of both worlds, we can identify ourselves in them, the person we are, the person we will or would be.
I do appreciate all the work this journalist did just by listening to other individual and let them be visible to the world. We all pass our lives looking at the same people everyday, the mailman, the bartender, that lady across the street, that man who’s waiting for the bus… and sometimes we don’t even know their names. It’s important to communicate, create relations, or just acknowledge they are there, and you see them.
As Fernando Pessoa says:

“Nostalgia! I even feel it for people and things that were nothing to me, because time’s fleeing is for me an anguish, and life’s mystery is a torture. Faces I habitually see on my habitual streets – if I stop seeing them I become sad. And they were nothing to me, except perhaps the symbol of all of life”