Enjoy the humour

I’m reminded of a quote from a certain Television show I watch.

“Well damnit! That’s outrageous! I can’t believe it! I’ve got to do something about it!”
“Yes, but you can’t do anything about it.”
“Hmm. Well I guess… I’ll just have to develop a sense of humour then.”

Now you’re asking why I brought this up? Well, I’ll tell you. And You’ll read about it, because you’ve read this far, right? Anyways. I believe one of hte most important things in life, is laughter. Doesn’t matter how you feel. Laughter always makes things OK in the here-and-now. Don’t try to pull that “Well, not MY life” bullshit. I’ve had it just as bad as any of you out there.  I’ve lost long-term girlfriends due to drastic reasons. I’ve lost family members of old age, and things like Cancer. I love pets, and loose pets due to unfriendly strays, or idiodic neighbors. I’ve had my heart broken, I’ve hated my parents. I’ve failed life. I’ve failed school. Twice. But that doesn’t get me down. Why? Because I have a sense of humour.

The first thing I did when I got out of surgery, laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed, cold, in pain, and miserable? I smile to my parents and brother, give them an enthusiastic thumbs up, then pass out from the meds.

I total my new car a month after i get it on my way to a resturant with a friend. It’s driveable, so I get there, go inside, make some calls, then go back and start joking about it.

I’m a geek. Maybe not really. but I tell people I am, and make fun of myself for it.

Why? Because you can’t hurt me then. What the fuck do I care if someone comes up and says, “You geek.” And I point to my shirt that I proudly display saying: “geek.”  GEE, YOU’RE A QUICK ONE MISSY.  What’s the point of getting all bent out of shape when people you don’t know, will never see again, and really, you could give less then a shit about, when those people don’t like your hair? Or your make-up, or the way you wear a hat? The way you walk, the way you dress? There’s no point. If it takes something that shallow to throw someone off from who you are, then what’s the point? IF someone that shallow crosses your path, who gives a shit? IT won’t mean anything, except another name she can add into her flashing pink cell phone that she only uses to call her 3 guuurlfriends, or the 17 boytoys she keeps around.  Or maybe the “Playa” that catches your eye? Someone who openly admits he’s just trying to get in your pants, then will call up another fuck buddy?

I mean, is it really reduced to that these days? People don’t want love. They want lust. Am I the only one that see’s this? Seeing people walking around, looking for a quick fuck, or maybe just to flirt to prove they look good? Someone who betrays friendships for a new friendship, just to add a name to that little black book? Is there a point?

Fuck no. And I dare any one of you to try to rationally explain to me how there is a point.

If you’re so bent out of shape about how many people like you, and how many “friends” you have on your cell phone… chances are nobody likes you. They use you. Why?

Because you’re a fucking idiot.

That’s why.

Grow up. You’ve got to someday. The sooner, the better.

Friends are precious. Not just a commodity to pick up every weekend by the 10’s. I meet a friend, I stay a friend. Quality over quantity.

And when that one girl that walks by and calls you a slut? Yell back “Nah, only on thursdays. Lucky for me, it’s Saturday.” and She’ll probably look confused, then say some dumbass thing to her friends, and you’ll be on your way. Or maybe it’s that one guy that walks by and scoffs at you, and sneers like you ain’t shit? Just laugh to yourself, say “fuck off” under your breath, and ignore their sorry ass. In 4 minutes, you’ll forget about them. Tops.

Without humour, you’re just a touchy, depressing, sack of veins and muscles.

Without humour, you are boring.

Without humour, we are nothing.

– James
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“Come on now now, come on now now. Enjoy the humour of the situation.” – Barenaked Ladies, off their album: Maroon