As of late, several people whom I know personally have made a habit of telling me that they LOVE reading my blog; they read it and just laugh and laugh. That’s great news, and I’m super happy to hear this, because in all honesty, that’s pretty much the only reason I ever set out to do this blogging thing in the first place. I try to be as light-hearted and “funny” as I know how to be.
Over the past however many posts I’ve made to this point, I have written many humorous pieces. I have also written many pieces that were only funny to myself, but they were still amusing to someone. In fact, I have had people go as far as to say I am “funny.”
Some days, though, I do not feel funny.
It isn’t that I don’t want to be funny. I do. As much as I say I don’t like it, receiving an “LOL” or a nice winky-face emoticon is very fulfilling. I like to think that people are chuckling or guffawing at some of the ridiculous things I have pointed out in life. Maybe somewhere, someone is giggling at an inappropriate time because of something I have written.
As it turns out, though, being comical can wear on you. I constantly find myself watching people, hoping they will do something ridiculous that I can share for the amusement of the millions upon millions that read my blog. (Editor’s note: This should read dozens. Don’t tell Sam that, though. She would like to remain in her bubble of self-importance.)
Humor can start stressing me out. At times like this, I begin to think of new blogs I could possibly write. Maybe a nice interior decorating blog, though I would have to learn how to decorate interiors first. A cooking blog would be fun, but eventually it would just be me slapping different types of meat on a George Foreman grill. No one would read that.
(Completely unrelated side note: Every time I type the word “blog,” my computer pops up the red squiggly lines that mean “that isn’t a word, you big stupid idiot.” This post is riddled with these lines and recommendations that I meant to write about my “bog” or “bloc.” I have never written a “blot,” but maybe that would be easier. I should look into that.)
Maybe I am going about this whole blog thing the complete wrong way. Maybe I shouldn’t try to be funny. I should just post adorable pictures like this: