It's Precisely My Sense of Humor That Keeps Me From Laughing at That, When Someone Provides Humor, I Will Sense It

I noticed that my sense of humor is not an easy one to grasp. It can be dry, satirical, sarcastic, crass, rude, crude, vulgar, offensive, racist, sacrilegious, irreverent, goofy, dumb, obvious, haughty, immature, facetious, deceitful, nerdy, geeky, sexist, honest, blasphemous, heretical, mean, hurtful and a variety of other things. However, I never do or say anything, with humor in mind, with any amount of malice in my heart, or the intention to hurt anyone on my mind. Now, having said that, I can’t stand spending time with people who don’t get my sense of humor. Maybe the problem is me, maybe I don’t have anything funny to say. Everyone thinks they’re funny, most of them are not. However, I have found people that have senses of humor that mesh well with my own, this is something special that only we can share. We work well off of each other and the chaos that ensues is glorious and beautiful. There are four people in this world who have senses of humor that I feel mix with mine the best, I call them the four horsemen, okay I don’t, but I do now. They know who they are, so I don’t have to go into any detail, but when I’m with one of these people, I cherish every moment of it. I have never been with all four of them at the same time. If that were to happen, I’m pretty sure the world would stop spinning on its axis and go into a coma due to comedic delirium. Now that I think about it, their senses of humor wouldn’t mesh well together, maybe it would just be me going into the coma.
No matter who you are, you have a sense of humor. Some people have dull or bland senses of humor. These people are often accused of having no sense of humor. They still do, it just isn’t a very good sense of humor. I was recently in a situation where I was with said people, or perhaps just a group of people who didn’t get my sense of humor. I’m going to go over two situations with this group and I will let you be the judge. The first situation is a two part situation; in the first part, I was at a gathering and decided to use a line that, one of the four horsemen mentioned earlier uses on a frequent basis. We’ve all seen “The Princess Bride,” you know that famous line where Wallace Shawn proclaims, “stop rhyming I mean it!” And Andre the Giant famously retorts, “anybody want a peanut?” Well, this particular horseman changes the wording to say, “stop rhyming I mean this.” Where automatically the person retorting begins with, anybody want a, but stops dead in mid-sentence, because what naturally comes next is the word penis. I don’t know if this is funny, but I think it is. I delivered the line and was greeted with a roomful of crickets. Nothing. The next day, around similar but somewhat different company, I thought I would give the line one last try. This time it was greeted with silence for about three seconds that seemed like minutes until someone finally says, “don’t you mean, stop rhyming I mean it?” I found humor in their lack of grasping this humor. So, am I right in this situation? You be the judge. The next situation is with the same gathering of people, as the night was spiraling into a hopeless chasm of humorless despair, I dug deep and pulled out a line that I feel is comedic gold, another line from one of my four horsemen. If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests? I got courtesy laughs. It was at this point that I decided to stop trying my sense of humor on this particular group of individuals. I’m not blaming them for not understanding my sense of humor, different people laugh at different things. Two of my four horsemen like Napoleon Dynamite for crying out loud, NAPOLEON DYNAMITE!!! Yes, one of, if not, the worst movie of all time.
So, maybe I’m not very funny, but laughter and humor is one of the most important things in my life. I’m not saying people are awful for not getting my sense of humor, I’m not even saying I don’t like being around these people. I’m just saying when I am, I’m a duck out of water. I would rather surround myself with people who have senses of humor that mesh well with mine. When I’m there, I’m a circular peg going into an oblong hole (that’s what she said). I’m more comfortable when I’m fitting in seamlessly, I fit in seamlessly with the misfits. You know? The people who haven’t been able to fit in seamlessly anywhere else. That’s home, and where my home is, we’re currently not accepting applications, there aren’t any openings, and when we do bring on a new person, it never works out. I’m not saying I won’t be able to someday give someone a chance, but I’m good for right now. I’m happy where I fit in, and with the people I fit in with. Is that so wrong of me? In the end, isn’t that what everyone wants? A place to feel at home? I’m going to end this entry with quite possibly the funniest knock-knock joke you’ve ever heard in your entire life.
Are you ready for it?
Okay.
You Start. (Thanks for that Cody, you see my humor comes from a vast variety of senses of humor, so though I’ll always miss more than I hit, I know of a few people that think I’m pretty funny.)
Until next time, ‘Nuff Said.