Somtimes I Wish I Was Funny

Sometimes I wish I was funny.

I appreciate funny. I like funny. I am not usually funny.

Sometimes I wish I was witty.

I appreciate witty. I like witty. I am not usually witty.

I have my moments of course, but funny and/or witty are not the tools I use to cope with the woes of my world, or the world around me. They are good tools, they just are not my tools. I think these tools are learned, or discovered early in life. I didn’t learn them, and I didn’t grow up in an environment where humour was viable, it was dangerous. We didn’t go there, we were intelligent children, we all survived our childhoods.

My primary school teachers described me as a serious little girl.

Funny and witty are tools I appreciate though. I see the value in them. I enjoy them when I come across them. I almost envy those who use them. But as I grow older I am less prone to envy, and increasingly grateful for what I am, and what I have.

For those who feel, “what else can you do but laugh”, well, there are many other things to be done, and they are all as valid as humour. Survival is not a one-size-fits-all kind of thing. My coping mechanisms revolve around loving and caring, they are are highly efficient, ingenious at times, they work for me, and harm no one… but sometimes I wish I was funny… well, funnier.

Worldly Distractions

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Quote

“Humor is just another defense against the universe.”
Mel Brooks
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