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Journal of gratitude, entry #21: humor
Freakazoid!
theamyrlin
Today is Day #21 of my gratitude spree. I am grateful for a sense of humor and comedy.

I love laughing. I don't laugh out loud very often. If something tickles my funny bone, I'm very internal about it, usually. It has to be superduper funny for me to actually laugh out loud. But I love laughing. I think I would laugh more if I thought about things a little less.

In general, though, I'm grateful that so many people have such wonderful senses of humor. I love it when people laugh loudly and freely. I love it when people laugh at my (sometimes lame and sometimes awesome) jokes. I love it when I hear a funny joke I've never heard before. I love watching comedies.

I took a test once to determine my sense of humor type. I got "the wit." My humor style is clean, complex and dark. This is what it said about me: "You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean pretentious. You realise 'dumb' can be witty-after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?-but rudeness for its own sake, 'gross-out' humor and most other things found in a fraternity leave you totally flat. I guess you just have a more cerebral approach than most. You have the perfect mindset for a joke writer or staff writer. Your sense of humor takes the most thought to appreciate, but it's also the best, in my opinion."

I guess the kind of humor I really like does take longer to set up. I like it when unrelated things in a comedy come together at the very end in a ridiculous way and make something that you should've expected, but didn't, and is totally funny.

So, I'm going to tell a couple of my favorite jokes in this post to demonstrate how much I love humor.

Two cupcakes are baking in an oven. One turns to the other and says, "My, it's hot in here!" The other says, "Oh my gosh! A talking cupcake!"

Q: What is blue and smells like red paint?
A: Blue paint.

Without humor, my life would be so depressing. Even when I'm in a bad mood, if something is funny, even if I kind of want to stay in a bad mood, I will still laugh or smile. I just can't help myself! It used to make me so mad when I was a kid. I would be really angry at my dad, and he would do something to make me smile (usually it was saying, "Don't laugh!"), & I was so easy. As much as I wanted to stay angry and mad at him, I couldn't help myself. I always ended up smiling and laughing. I'm grateful for my sense of humor, and I'm so grateful for the humor and wit and smiles and laughs of others. It helps me stay afloat every single day. :-)


I picked this picture because I'm smiling a genuine, real smile.


I picked this picture because this is what a nongenuine smile looks like, and I thought it would make you laugh, because it really makes me laugh. This is my kindergarten picture. You're welcome!


Here I am at 15, genuinely laughing as I get my picture snapped.
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