“The most lost of all days, is that in which we have not laughed”
-Probably Nicolas Chamfort, from his original quote of “La plus perdue de toutes les journées est celle où l’on n’a pas ri.”
Often accredited to Charlie Chaplin, Steve Martin, or Groucho Marx
I’ve admitted to a quirkier sense of humor in the past. Still, I always assumed my observations of humor were mostly in-bounds. I’m marginally morbid. Hardly ever profane. Rarely inappropriate. Never crude.
Yet, one of my coworkers admitted to her reassuring the others on the interviewing panel that I was being funny. She understood, but wasn’t certain they did.
Clearly, since I’m now writing about this, I’m stupefied. Bemused. Disconcerted! How long have others not understood that I meant what I said to be taken lightly? How often does this happen?
Am I funny?
I find myself funny…
I guess I should’ve listened when my mother described my sense of humor as ‘strange.’ Or, when a few blogging friends admitted surprise at my ‘wit.’
Have you had this happen? What did you conclude? Have you started attending Amusers Anonymous meetings as a result?
©2021 Chel Owens