In my most noted tweet thus far, I recently posted an image designed to compliment Emo Philips’ wonderful joke about wanting a bicycle. The majority of people who gave it a “favorite” nod or blessed it with a retweet, obviously understood the absurdist heart of the joke, which is a clever commentary on the wishful thinking of the wish-granting powers of prayer and the relative truism, “It’s easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.”
However, there were two who weren’t satisfied with choosing the favorite or retweet button — they actually commented. Two men whose hair was ruffled by the punchline as it flew over their heads, unable to grasp the nuance of a straightforward God-bashing joke.
I had no idea that PTSD could be induced by the mere mention of bicycle theft, but for these two bike-loss victims, it seems to have triggered troubling memories. To these poor souls, the joke is somehow making light of or justifying stealing. Rather than working hard to earn the money for ones own bike, one simply does not go and steal someone else’s. It’s bad form. God might forgive you, but the bike’s owner surely will not.
It’s a little irritating and I only mention it because they drizzled on my Emo parade.