My sister is funny. The sort of funny that takes no thought–just flashes of quick wit that leave me giggling and wishing I could even think to say something like that. Whenever I spend time with her, I laugh.
Funny is not my default setting, but oh I wish it were. I wish my knee-jerk reaction was to see the humor in situations because so many times it diffuses feelings rather than escalating them.
My inability to see a joke has also made me a prime target for them. Gullible I am, because it just doesn’t occur to me that people are trying to be funny. Until it’s everlastingly too late. But I have at least learned to laugh at myself.
Funny people are also wicked smart, don’t you think? Bam, they just come out with these great lines. I have to think really hard about my great lines. And usually revise them several times.
I told my husband about my funny-envy. His response? “I’ve stopped trying to be something I’m not.”
But there’s this little hope in me that maybe I could learn to be funny, or at least learn to lighten up a bit.
So tell me, funny sisters, what are your secrets? Can I train myself to see humor? School my feelings toward laughter? I’d really like to spend more time tasting the sweet side of life.