I amuse myself. As in, I think I’m funny. I don’t think I’m FUNNY-funny. I’m not comedian-funny. And I fail (like falling down and landing with a thud fail) when I TRY to be funny. But I think I’m funny. I make myself laugh.
Is that weird? I feel like it would be sad if I couldn’t make myself laugh. I can tell myself a joke, and I’ll laugh at it. (I don’t do that often.) It’s comforting. It’s like I’m company for myself. It’s enough for me that I’m funny enough for me. It’s okay if other people don’t find me funny because I’m not trying to be funny for other people. I’m not asking you if you think I’m funny because that’s not really a question I want to ask – it’s not what I’m about. I’m not trying to be funny for me, either – I just sometimes find myself very amusing. Does that sound smug? I’m afraid it sounds smug. I’m not trying to be smug.
I will stop with the naval-gazing now. Sorry. Not smug, just self-absorbed. 🙂