[Edit #1 @ 17H30: I have made a revised version of this mini-essay after thinking about it for a while]
Heartbreak and the sarcastic nature of the court jester of medieval times are one in the same. The jester tells jokes for the aristocracy, he makes them laugh furiously but he also teaches them a lesson. In many ways, this is how the how intense love happens. The first flushes of hilarity and fun are shared between two people, he makes you laugh & vice versa, but at some point, it erodes. And this is how the lesson is taught to the person who has fallen too deep.
Not necessarily that the whole audience (ie your friends) are laughing at you for being made a fool by the court jester (the person who said they loved you), but the jester himself is laughing at you by making an example of your stupidity. Your stupidity in this sense isn’t common stupidity as we know it, but your naivete in letting your guard down to someone who does not have your best interest at heart.
When the court jester makes a joke at the expense of someone else, he does not care if it hurts the other person. These tart barbs, disguised as jokes, manifest themselves in the relationships we live in. And this is how heartbreaking & the jester are linked. When it is over, it feels like someone has played a cruel joke on you. And that you are supposed to feel humiliation. In the first stage of heartbreak, embarrassment creeps into your capillaries. It is flushed all throughout your body, and you feel humiliated because all you can think of is your awkward look. The sacrifices you have made all become symbols of your quick stupidity and no one likes to be associated with a naive fool.
However, the benefit of hindsight means that (hopefully) the humiliation is short-lived. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed for feeling, but the jester should be ashamed of how s/he wanted everyone to laugh at you. His treatment is the embarrassing type, not yours. Once you realise that the joke is not funny anymore, you don’t want the jester playing it on you. This is where fear sets in. The subject of the jester’s torment becomes terrified of having their heart splintered into tiny fragments of a carpenter’s work. In essence, the subject of the cruel taunts wants to avoid someone else playing a prank on them.
We live in a futuristic age, where technologies such as Twitter and email dominate our lives. Is it a surprise that we have not become robotic? Human beings are incapable of being robots. Maybe we should consider this, so no one can make jokes on us. Because unlike being a robot, being human means feeling hurt after someone makes a cruel joke on you. And this is where the court jester succeeds because if you make your pain known, the joke ceases to be a joke. It becomes a fact.