That's me in the middle on chemo
I lost all my hair and puffed up
like a steamed raisin. I and my
friends got hours of humor out of
that look.
My dad was a part time clown.
He and his buddies had an act that they would bring to hospitals, schools,
parties, whoever would have them. Dad enjoyed doing that. Don't get me wrong, I
loved my dad and thought it was kind of fun to have a clown for a dad, but I
didn't find their act very funny. Probably because I wasn't a little kid when he started doing that. I thought the Three Stooges were funny. Sixty
years later, I watch the Stooges and I don't see it anymore. I can't figure out what it was that I saw as funny back then. Again, Jerry Lewis movies, funny when I was a
child. Not funny now.
My sense of humor is drawn
more from satire and self deprecating jokes. I can take a joke about
myself just as long as it isn't cruel. I don't consider jokes about my fat ass
to be cruel, nor my flat feet. I can take a joke about being gay just as long
as it isn't meant to degrade me or cast me as something less than human. I
especially like situational humor. Mark could never understand why I liked to
watch Seinfeld, but I found it funny. I love David Sedaris, we listened to his
books on CD every time we drove up from Florida.
Now we have a real tragedy
down in Florida. People left with nothing, looking for help. I don't find
anything about those people and their situation funny. What I do find funny are
those who rode out the storm on its periphery and are now whining about no
electric and no place to go out drinking. They have a roof over their heads,
but it is hot and humid. Having spent two weeks in that situation, I know it
can be trying so I thought some humor would help. I made a few little comments
on the Facebook that I thought were mildly humorous and they weren't
appreciated. Sorry, it's how I handle adversity. When I had cancer and was
going through twelve weeks of intense chemo, I made jokes. My friends made jokes. Anyway, I have taken
my name off of the offended friends list who didn't like my jokes. They call it 'unfriending'. It doesn't mean I don't like them, or don't want to be their friend. But I certainly
wouldn't want to offend them again, because I'm not going to stop making jokes.
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