Somewhere along the line, I stopped being funny. I used to make people laugh, people other than myself that is. I could have anyone rolling without even trying. Those were the days when no one called me an asshole, but I knew that I was. It was a gift and it was great.
Now everything seems so serious and my strange sense of humor is hardly funny to anyone but me. When you are not funny, people acknowledge that you are an asshole. Just because it is true does not make it hurt any less when others acknowledge it.
My dad, is always trying to be funny. He rarely is, but sometimes he is so not funny and thinks that he is, that I cannot help but crack a smile.
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