Ok, here's a question that has been bothering me all weekend. Am I funny? Well I would have to say no. To have an even relatively good sense of humor one must be able to think quick and pay attention. I do neither almost all the time. Someone asks me a question and I have no clue what they are talking about because I wasn't listening to the first five minutes of the conversation even though I may or may not have been one of the members speaking myself. So here's another question that puzzles me horribly. Why do others find me funny? I might say something with utter seriousness and honesty and all my friends start to crack up. Later on I might think it over, and find that maybe it was a tiny bit amusing but still no great cause for laughter. I feel like such a child. That's exactly how kids feel when older people don't take them seriously or misinterpret what they were trying to say in all innocence and simplicity. If only the world didn't always feel like it had to complicate matters so. That's really what it comes down to, I suppose. We would all be better people for it. Course then we would also all be blonde. Hmmm, never mind; maybe that's not such a good thing after all...
Queen of the Cats
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