Tomorrow is my birthday. Naturally, this has me thinking more deeply about my long-standing humor experiment, which began fifteen years ago, in April 2011.
For those who do not know me, are not familiar with Happy Thoughts Travel Fast, or have never encountered my philosophy of humor experiment, this post may shed some light on it.
Shedding a little more light into the world was pretty much the main motivating force behind the experiment, which of course started at home. Long before I treated humor as a formal philosophical inquiry, I loved its healing force, its therapeutic intelligence, and its capacity to give the body relief before the mind has organized a full explanation, complete with backstory, context, and supporting exhibits.
I love the sudden opening that happens when laughter interrupts heaviness and returns a person to breath, proportion, and the ability to get on with life a little lighter in the heart, mind, and soul. I love the sheer pleasure of being lighter in myself.
That love became the foundation of the experiment. Love for the kind of wisdom that helps us know when someone needs a laugh instead of a hard time. Love for humor and laughter because, at the end of the day, we all laugh in the same language. Love for the smiles I see on people’s faces when we laugh about life instead of whine or complain.
The project behind Happy Thoughts Travel Fast began with love. It began at home. In my career and in life, I have seen many good people fall into themselves and then deeper into depression. These same people often mask brilliantly, but when you are paying attention, you can still see sadness just below the surface. Most of us can recognize the difference between a polite smile and a real one. We simply live in a society where it is rarely polite, appropriate, or convenient to discuss what people are actually carrying.
HTTF was my way of creating a little space away from my professional work for all the people I might be able to reach with a laugh at a distance. Over the years, I posted thousands of articles, comics, drawings, jokes, and random pieces of thought from my world. Some were creative and playful. Some were totally incoherent. I almost never edited because my time was limited and, clearly, I lean on the don’t-worry-about-it side of the spectrum when it comes to punctuation, grammar, and all things literary.
At the end of the day, I always come back to laughing. I come home to laughing. And I try to welcome others with a little levity and a laugh. I do this because I genuinely enjoy life and wish to spread good cheer. It is a renewable resource, you know.
Anyhow, as a philosopher, I also wanted more than an external account of laughter. I wanted to enter the joke as a field of experience. That makes sense with my background. I have spent much of my life working in the field to deliver critical infrastructure across the globe. It checks that I would approach humor the way I approach most things: as an active systems architect.
I wanted to know what humor does to perception when the self becomes part of the inquiry. That is not so different from philosophers and scientists postulating on the nature of infinity from inside a finite bioenergetic mechanism (i.e., the human body). I wanted to test how laughter changes the way a person thinks, teaches, remembers, responds, and is recognized by others. I wanted to bring humor into ordinary life and see whether wisdom could prevail while one was still able to laugh in public.
In 2011, I legally changed my name so that this same wisdom, laughter, and goodwill could become a single public entity. I won’t lie. At first, this was hard for some people who only knew me through my work. My real friends knew I was never as serious as my resume might otherwise imply. At the same time, some colleagues thought I went "off the deep end" and could barely bring themselves to say the word laughing, much less address me as Dr. Sophy Laughing (Soph, to my friends).
So what did I do?
I told more jokes.
I explained that I had missed my calling as a medical practitioner, and to imagine going in for surgery only to discover that the anesthesiologist's name was Dr. Laughing. With a name like that, you know she is there to make you feel better.
That little quip of an explanation usually brings a laugh, and that is good because that is what all of this has been about.
Still, I am like most everyone else. I have good days and bad ones. Even when my name reminds me to laugh, I do not always laugh.
In late 2017, I had a second serious spinal cord injury. I broke an insane number of bones in that fall, but I still managed to fake my way through dinner. The next morning, we took me to the emergency room. I knew I was badly hurt, but the doctors and medical professionals we encountered treated my situation as though it could not possibly be that serious. Fast forward: the good doctors at Stanford University finally acknowledged my neck was badly broken after eighteen months of emergency visits, five insurance plans, and a lot of work navigating a less than efficient medical care system.
Not the funniest of situations.
Since we were not getting anywhere here in the States, and since I work internationally, we were finally able to cast my recovery net further. Doing so, we were referred to a brilliant spine surgeon and his five-person surgical team in Cancรบn. They routinely operate on spinal cord injuries because of all the surfing injuries there. Anyhow, they saved my life. I am forever indebted to them, to my family for taking care of me, to the friends who helped us find this team, and to Mexico.
Then the pandemic hit. It felt like one thing after the other and in the middle of that I kept thinking, life is supposed to be fun. Not because life owes us anything, but becuase we owe our selves the best experience our minds can conceive, even if our vision of the world is through rose-colored glasses slightly. It doens't cost anything to improve our attitude. I upped mine, as I say. Now, up yours! haha (j/k)
My humor theory would not be complete without mentionioning that there is a deep undercurrent of spirtiuality and respect for life. I didn't get up at 4:30am to write all these years for the applause. I genuinely wanted to separate myself from the seriousness of my career to philosophize.
When it comes to drawing lines in the sand, I do not make jokes at the expense of others. I acknowledge that there are a lot of folks out there who enjoy and wield sarcasm like a lightsaber, digging into the nitty gritty or low-brow weeds for that raw, biting humor that Netflix publishes. Some of that stuff cracks me up, but I prefer to laugh with people while we laugh at life. I would rather assign a funny backstory to a force of nature or a domestic topic than make a joke about how people and cultures are different. In large part because I've worked on four continents and in my experience, people are pretty much the same. I've encountered the same archetype personalities across borrders. The challenge with lifting up others in humor is that you have to be light enough to not add extra weight. I've also noticed that comedians who reach lower are already there, so its not much of a stretch. They can put on a smiley face when performing, but behind the scenes, they're often times struggling with the incongruity of it.
So, long story short, it has been a hot minute since I have been actively blogging. But I am happy to return. I think I have had enough time inside this experiment to do it justice, both as a philosopher and as a practitioner.
Knowing how to laugh, losing the desire to laugh, and then returning to humor again reminds me that this experiment was never whimsical or fleeting. Perhaps shedding light on my own humor journey will remind others that you can lose your laugh and still get it back. No fanfare. No special recipe. No dramatic announcement. No email campaign. Although, full disclosure, I am thinking about offering a masterclass on the mechanics and philosophy of humor for those who are interested in learning how to lighten up and how to help others do the same.
I cannot tell you how many meetings I have been in where the energy started to lean a little sideways. A well-timed bit of levity or a small joke can shift the whole room and minimize disputes before they harden into something heavier. Humor is not a foolproof solution for solving complex interpersonal challenges, but it sure does move the needle toward a lighter space where people can solve those challenges easier.
As it turns out, laughing is not only at home, in a name, in a blog, or even on stage. It is a big part of our ordinary lives. And speaking from fifteen years of experience, laughing is a pretty good way to show up.