Notes on Humor

If you grew up like me, in the uncool crowd, quick to be teased, you might not like jokes. Instead I developed a taste for irony, noticing anything out of alignment, especially blatant hypocrisy.  Moths to a flame, whatever the draw, we're intrigued by the diversion. Isn't that all humor really is?

I love a good laugh.  Only ever fell in love with the man who made me laugh.  Hook, line, and sinker.  Those charms are really something - could miss the point if you're not paying attention.

And we joke a lot about things we're unable or unwilling to say in seriousness.  Man approaches me in Whole Foods, requests personal styling services in exchange for lunch and psychedelics - laughable?  Vaguely. Insulting?  Hugely.  Equitable?  Never. After my gracious decline, he thinks I'm projecting. It was a joke, after all.

Perhaps I take myself too seriously.  That's why I talk like a sailor, so you know I'm this real all the time.  Everywhere I go, that vagina between my legs, making sure she's not too rowdy to attract the wrong kind of attention from bootstrapping lads like that, working double-time to make 70% of his salary, and ever so grateful when thrown a fucking bone.

Dude can't even apologize when he's wrong - a real comedian.

But it's okay, he did pat me on the head and give some good business advice before he was all done.  There may be hope for my grandchildren to prosper one day!

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