And the thought led to some thoughts on smile or laughter itself. The ability to smile or laugh is probably one of the things that distinguish humans from other animals. I don’t know if other animals smile or laugh, but it doesn’t seem that they burst out laughing as humans do, or quietly smile to themselves. It seems that animals only make a pleased sound or wag their tails in contentment. But humans smile or laugh when they’re having an interesting experience, when they’re in an awkward situation in which they don’t know what to do, and even over nothing at all. And sometimes, they laugh until their stomachs hurt, or chuckle, or smile reluctantly, about trivial things, or at other times about something huge, or even as they’re trembling with anger over life. Smile or laughter is something that’s the closest to, or depending on circumstances, the furthest away from, humans. Smile or laughter, which is so familiar to humans, is actually not as simple as it seems, and difficult to understand. For example, let’s take a look at some different kinds and aspects of smile and laughter. They are countless, including a hearty laughter, a wry smile, a sneer, a smile of satisfaction, a dumbfounded smile, a foolish smile, a grin, a loud laughter, a giggle, a quiet smile, a groveling smile, a cunning smile, a smile you put on when you look down on someone or when you’re not pleased with someone, just before you’re stripped of a smile, a nasty smile, a big smile that spreads across your face, a big nasty smile that spreads across your face, and so on. And then there’s a crooked smile. I’m not sure what a crooked smile is exactly, but my smiles always have the feel of one.
There’s no other expression of human emotion that has as many qualities and aspects to it as does smile or laughter, which can be preceded by many descriptive words. Laughter can easily arise in inappropriate situations, and in fact, it often arises from the discrepancy between a person and the situation he’s faced with. Smile or laughter itself, of course, doesn’t function as a full emotion, nor is it something that can be categorized as an emotion, but it reveals the complexities of the heart, being linked to various emotions, and establishes the workings of the mind, interacting with the senses. In addition, smile or laughter, which is the most complex emotional reaction, exerts a powerful influence on emotion and thought. For instance, a person can smile or laugh while deep in sorrow, or when his anxiety reaches its height, and such smile or laughter can change or dispel the sorrow or anxiety. Smile or laughter is the most innocent yet cunning at the same time, the most frivolous yet just as profound, and the most naïve, yet evil. But it’s difficult to contemplate evil sorrow, frivolous emptiness, or cunning solitude. The smile or laughter of a newborn baby is probably the most innocent and beautiful thing in the world, but the smile or laughter of someone taking pleasure in abusing someone is evil beyond measure. Perhaps the reason why smile or laughter can so easily change in nature is because unlike emptiness or boredom or such, in which state you can’t help but stay for a while once you’re in it, smile or laughter is a state in which it’s difficult to stay, because smile or laughter is something so unpredictable that it can betray itself. Smile or laughter, which is actually a subtle and complex movement of facial muscles and the mind, is an anthropological object of study as well as a psychological phenomenon (I vaguely imagine that the decisive factor in the human evolution from apes was the human smile or laughter, and humans’ awareness of their own smile or laughter). In addition, smile or laughter is a philosophical topic, and many philosophers, in fact, considered smile or laughter from a philosophical point of view.
But one of the problems surrounding laughter is that today, there’s an excess and abuse thereof. Laughter, in fact, has become a sublime virtue as well as a sublime vice of the day. Laughter, of course, didn’t become such on its own. People seem to be suffering from an obsession to laugh, and steeped in the wrong belief that they can forget past hurts and present sufferings and move forward only by doing so. Fundamental human emotions, such as a sense of emptiness, boredom, loneliness, anxiety, sadness, and unease have become something negative that should be avoided as much as possible, and laughter rules in splendor in the place from which they have been cast out (I picture laughter looking down on the sadness of the emotions it has driven out, without even hiding its nastiness, which, in a way, seems to be the self-portrait of the day). In short, the idea that laughter is desirable, no matter what, is prevalent, like a superstition. But is it true that laughter is just desirable? It’s true that laughter has a great power that makes it possible to endure a difficult life, brings the hope that you can break away from an oppressive condition, purifies the mind the way profound sorrow does, assimilates you with the object of laughter, just as when you experience something beautiful, and that the more painful the present situation is, the more necessary is laughter. But the negative effects of laughter are just as serious as the positive. Laughter, by its inherent nature, can cunningly make an individual turn his eyes away from his life and the situation with which he’s faced, and make him think less or give up on thinking, thus making him stupid. What good is it to laugh in a futile, unnatural way in the face of a reality that won’t change much at all through a little laughter? You could be even more miserable when you face your real self after laughing in vain. In a way, laughter exercises an oppressive ideological function in this era, just as an oppressive system did. I think that the laughter forced upon you by the many soap operas, shows, and movies that you couldn’t possibly watch if you had any refinement at all, that drain you of all energy if you watch them, is putting everyone in a state of insensibility and numbness. What those shows, which tell you to laugh in whatever way you can, to laugh until you’re in a daze, but aren’t funny and only make you sad and furious, really propagate is that you should laugh a lot, for that will keep you from thinking, and your troubles will be covered up by laughter, and won’t exist when covered up, and even if they still exist, you’re happy as long as you’re laughing. (There’s nothing more grotesque than a group of people having dinner, laughing as they watch a vulgar comedy program on television.) Genuine laughter always has its beginning in proper humor, and is not separate from the intellect and the reflective power of the intellect. Genuine laughter has enduring strength, but vulgar laughter is strongly volatile, and lacks humor. Sadly, laughter arising from humor, founded in good sense and requiring a natural process, is growing increasingly scarce.
Reflecting thus, I laughed bitterly. And laughter, though weak, found me again before long, but it seemed like the laughter of an idiot I met on the street, a stranger, directed at me.
I continued to be in a poor condition in many ways, but I hadn’t yet reached a state in which the poor condition had continued for so long that I didn’t care, but I wasn’t in a state in which I could do something in a new, bad mood, either.
Anyway, what kept my poor condition from growing worse, no, kept me, to an extent, from completely crumbling, was my son. Or I should say that the thought crossed my mind. But I wasn’t sure if that was really the case. I kind of thought that my son wasn’t able to keep me from growing worse by thinking worse thoughts. I didn’t have the kind of relationship that most fathers have with their children with my son.
My son didn’t live with me, and when vacation started, I brought him home and we spent several days together. I tried to spend as much time with him as possible, but it wasn’t easy for me to spend time with him.