I lost my sense of humor and it really just happened. I noticed it like a pain in my chest and like a lot of my gifts I can see it be cursed and turned into anguish. I got a problem with the negative but the funny thing about that is that a lot of people don’t. I felt like being assholes made people take greater distance but it seemed the worse it smelled the closer people got.
See, my sense of humor is off.
Using often framed curse words and cliched phrases does not fit as well. Until recently I could let my natural self bring me hilarious thoughts that let me spend my time alone. Even coming up with epiphanies like ” Go Azo” which in some minds could be like gold but does not hit the spot like some of the better stuff I had turned up.
I got a problem with the abnormally ignorant that it is to slow a process to watch the mundane wear itself out from pretending to be extraordinary. I watch anyway because deep down I know that sweet smell will be them and others slowly rotting away. I guess my sense of humor will turn into a interesting mix of self awareness of loss and the realized pain of my lack of funny. I got more stuff on the topic but I got to find a way to create more distance so that I can pretend that some people don’t know I write. ” In hopes I may make myself laugh”