Such a funny place

The world is such a funny place. I chuckle to myself as I write that. I truly believe it, and I say it without bitterness or scoffing.

I don't think I will ever be able to make much sense of this world, and that's why I find it a funny place.

I have to say it's funny, I have to believe that, and I have to laugh to myself. That's the only way to survive this funny place, is to laugh, to laugh out loud, and even from time to time to laugh so hard you cry. (or snort)

I'm not sure where I got this from, probably my mom, but I have to keep laughing, I have to keep joking, I have to find the humor in it all, or it will consume me.

Humor has become my lifeline, my ladder out of the muck.

I lost it for a day, well, maybe for 12 hours, but I snatched it back. Humor is my magic pill, my light in all this darkness. It helps me make sense of this funny place...well, maybe not...but it helps me laugh back at (or with) the universe. And I'll just keep that up...and maybe one day, I'll have the last laugh.

....but if not, at least I'll still get to laugh.


-- Post From My iPhone