Somebody recently mailed me a cartoon. The essence of it was that the founding fathers of the United States of America are all signing the Bill of Rights, and one is saying to the other, „Are you sure they’ll understand that we mean this ironically?“ Wham.
Irony is so often misunderstood. Especially self-irony, delivered deadpan. You can say the most unbelievable things of yourself… and they will be believed as long as you don’t batt an eyelash in the telling. People will sort of blink, and think to themselves… geez, I never realized he was such a bastard, or, gosh, what a sensitive guy. You can see it in their eyes, you can sense it in the infinitesimal delay before they reply with some commonplace.
I know this from personal experience. I’ve made so many jokes about myself… and no one bloody gets it. Almost never. Just call me old poker-face. I should have been an actor. I’ll say things that I consider completely off-the-wall… and people take it for real coin. I expect them to laugh and say, yeah sure, you’re just pulling my leg, you can’t possibly mean that… but no.
Maybe I should tell the simple truth for a change? That’d fool ’em even worse. They wouldn’t believe a single fucking word.
Listening to Are You With Me? From Jaya the Cat.