step on a banana peal


funny?

Falling flat, losing your balance, possibly suffering injury or at least a bruised ego. How could that be funny?

Years ago I tried to lighten up a professional trade conference. I pulled out a t-shirt cannon and watched the fabric missiles sail over the audience's heads and to the back row.

It was a terrible idea. Not because anyone was hurt, but because the joke didn't land. The room was silent. What on earth was I thinking? I moved on and hoped that it might be forgotten.

But then, eight years later, with friends on a warm summer's night as we ate spicy Thai food, I got to tell the story. An explosion of laughter followed. A moment when I fell on my face had become joyous comic gold.

The payoff took a bit longer than expected.

Life is a mess, filled with stupid ideas and wrong headed attempts to "do it right". We are absurd. We are foolish.

But we then get to tell a story to laugh at darkness together.

Keep chasing lights.

Last week my Aunt Nikki invited me to Essex Meadows to give a reading of Chasing Lights. What a joy to tell a few stories to her friends and neighbors and laugh together about the lives we live. I am so grateful to her for another day of stories. Let me know if you might be interested in hosting a book event as well.

Gunnar

More information on Chasing Lights book readings, videos, as well as reposting of e-mail insights can be found at www.gunnarbranson.com​

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