Inside The Joke

Have you ever told an inside joke to the wrong group of people?
Have you ever told the start of a story to one and the end to another in the hopes that one day they will meet and correlate their parts to create a whole?
Lay the seeds of a tale and hope it blossoms into something greater than itself. Create a challenge in completion and there will be an appreciation stronger felt than if it were linear and singular.

Perhaps it's nonsense, but there's a symbolic feeling to telling the wrong thing to the wrong people. They don't acknowledge anything special, they don't even realise you were speaking a double-entendre. But you know. Which means it happened. It allows you (and often only you) to acknowledge that the world is definitely bigger than the conversation you are encompassing, because where did that joke come from if not from these people? It's a small and meaningless method of internal complexity, I suppose.

Sometimes it is comforting believing in something that isn't there.