I don't consider myself to be a humorous person. I know what is funny and I appreciate funny people. In fact I like to surround myself with funny people and I definitely love to laugh. But I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I have made someone else laugh. On purpose. And I rarely find things that happen to me funny. Even things that are supposed to be funny.
So does this make me humorless? Not necessarily. Too serious? Perhaps. I would love to see the humor in something sad but when I think of sad events in my life, I just feel... sad. I was reading an article about using surrealism and humor when writing about death. I cannot even contemplate that. It is not my way.
Death is... sad. But not my death. I don't take my own unavoidable, eventual demise seriously at all. That is where I may differ from the masses. Hubbie, who is very funny, will not discuss his death and even claims he will live forever. I do not feel that way, nor do I care. Perhaps I am unafraid of my own death because I have a humorless life. Perhaps I welcome death, hoping it will be funny for me.
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