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Mirthful McSunday, Mischievous One!
Are you a prankster? I don’t think I am. Then again, I’m label-averse. (And the shoe fits frequently.) I don’t like to do anything that would hurt or humiliate anyone. But a little wool pulled over eyes can satisfy the devil in me.
Maybe it’s a case of occasional prankish tendencies.
As long as it delivers a fun surprise sandwich to the “victim” - a gasp and a laugh, at most - it’s a relatively harmless way to add instant spice to the scourge of routine.
I think it’s more about subversion. To combat habitual thinking, to flip the familiar and find something new, you have to impose (what I call) a wow catalyst. Something to turn the tables on what’s expected.
There are plenty of ways to do it for yourself. Like going mute. Or breathing fire.
You can surprise yourself with just the slightest spur in the system.
The only difference is a prank involves an unsuspecting accomplice.
As a lifelong apple cart upsetter, I can easily say the benefits - while fleeting - are considerable. For the prankster and the prankstee, you get:
- A wrench thrown in the system of commonplace.
- A flaming shot of joy.
- (And perhaps the most enduring result) A crack in the veneer of our social masks.
In the end, it's a visceral eye-opener to our shared humanity. Where, if just for a moment, there’s a glimpse of who we are without any pretense or plan.
What tricks are up your sleeve?
Pulling The Rug Out From Underoos,
Sean
P.S. Too few replies to share from last week’s question. ☹️ This one’s too good to pass up, though. Share a story of a prank you enjoyed - or are considering - and let’s see what the Headspank hivemind has hatched!
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