Since I was a kid, a wise woman kept telling me that not everyone gets my sense of humor. This is fitting since the wise woman is my mother, and I got my sense of humor from her. Both of us have a warped, dry, and sarcastic sense of humor. And we are both really good at getting each other to laugh. Sometimes we laugh at the wrong things and at the wrong times, but we do laugh. It may not always be the appropriate time and place, but no one should be surprised to see us laughing. And I mean laughing so hard you cry laughter.
For example, this weekend I was looking for a card to give to a friend for her upcoming nuptials. I wasn’t paying attention to the section of cards, and it took me a few moments to realize I was looking at sympathy cards. Now, I almost laughed out loud in the store, and then seriously considered getting her a sympathy card. I didn’t because I could hear the wise one saying, “That’s funny, but don’t do it.” I would have found it hysterical, but I am pretty sure that most people would not.
Growing up, I would always use my humor in any situation. If I was uncomfortable, fall back onto my humor. Sad? Humor. Happy? Humor. And it really is a warped sense of humor. I sometimes forget that people don’t always get what I am laughing at. I keep forgetting the fact that some things I find funny could actually be offensive to some people. Of course, there are people in the world offended by my continuous breathing, so why should I let them get to me. I will continue to laugh at inappropriate times, and enjoy my life.
A sympathy card for a wedding, that’s funny as hell.