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Humor(less)

I've always known as someone who was funny, had a sense of humor, and who was fun to be around for a variety of reasons, but most of all, because I would make people laugh. I think I've lost that. I'm not saying I've lost all of it, but I've lost that as a trait due to circumstances. I think one of the problems I've encountered over the past few years is that my surroundings have so drastically changed and my sense of humor has not. I like wit, sarcasm, puns, and humorous metaphors, while most, I've learned, like simplistic, straightforward jokes. "Riddle me this," will never come from their mouths.

It's always dawned on me that because of this, I laugh less, while those around me laugh more. People laughing at sitcoms, commercials, or silly videos on the internet, that I find mundane and childish. This saddens me, because, for years, I thought one of the perks of being an adult was to attain the ability to process more complex humor, along with wisdom, experience, and outright intelligence. Much like our knowledge of science, history, and the arts grows with age, I felt my humor at thirty was more complex than at 20, and at forty, thirty seemed immature.

Working with kids, and I can cater to their level and they laugh at my silliness, but that seems to be it. Sure, there are still those rare occasions when being funny works and someone, at times a diamond in the rough, can get my jokes and instantly get who I am. I do have older friends who get me, but the real me doesn't always translate via written word or a phone call. The physical part of comedy is often overlooked.

The laughter is what gets me. I don't feed off those who laugh at the simple. I don't laugh along with them, which in turn, makes me wonder if, at times, I'm the butt of their jokes. In today's world, and our current sitting president is proof, the imbecilic have an intense feeling of superiority, sincerely believing they are the ones with intellect and the rest of us are dotards. It's a backward world and it's not fun, or funny.

While my physical being seems to be the best it has been in a very long time, I find great truth to the concept that laughter is the best medicine. For my emotional well being, I think I need a prescription, but how does one self-medicate humor and get the desired response?

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