NaBloPoMo Day TwentyThree: Tornado's and boredom



Its rainy. There’s a tornado warning. I’m shoving chocolate covered pretzels in my mouth. Yes, totally unrelated to what I’m about to write.

I have a very warped sense of humor that some find to be a little…off putting.

I find humor in damn near anything, taboo or not. When it comes to humor, I have not developed one of those ‘brain to mouth’ filters.

I laugh at others misfortunes, like seeing someone trip, stumble, fall, etc. do I feel bad? Nope. Why? Because when I trip, stumble, fall, etc, I see my own humor in it and laugh it off, feeling like an idiot, but still, grinning and laughing. I walk into walls, doors, furniture…very much a klutz.

I find humor in the idiocy of politics, religion, government, education…you name it. I can even find the humor in tragedy.

Why? Because this is life, and without humor, we are boring. The world is boring.

So I skirt the line on what is in ‘good taste’ sometimes. You really have to know me to appreciate me. ~snickers~

Is anything off-limits to me? Not really. I mean, I do have lines I don’t cross, but then, its not a matter of crossing them, its more like I straddle them.

Once people get to know me, they tend to be not quite so freaked out about what tumbles out of my mouth sometimes, or what I’ll point and laugh at. I lack one of those fancy ‘brain to mouth’ filters.

I guess I’m sort of an ‘acquired taste.’ 😀

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0 Responses to NaBloPoMo Day TwentyThree: Tornado's and boredom

  1. TJ Edwards says:

    I know what you mean about dark humour.

    When my Mom told me we were cremating my father after his death in 2010, I said the first thing in my mind to get a laugh… which turned out to be, “Should I bring the marshmallows?”

    After that I arrived home and my Mom told me she had something she had to tell me (Note here that I am virtually a clone of my father looks-wise) I sat up and said, “Oh my god, I’m adopted!” (She had other news, but mine was funnier.)

    Then while my Uncle and I were trying to fit all of my father’s ashes into the small box he would be buried in, we managed to get a lot of it all over the place. I turned to my Uncle and shook my head. “Difficult in life, and difficult in death… well at least he was damn consistent.”

    I also occasionally make “Your Mom” jokes off the cuff. This has happened to someone whose mother had died. Not knowing what else to say in response, I rolled with it. “I meant your Step-Mom.” (I am still sure I’ve heard him talk about his mom before that. I’d have put money on it.)

    Hopefully those make you feel better about your own humour!

    • Zoe Ambler says:

      I have cracked the same sorts of things about my own family members passings. And of my own, in regards to preparation. I told my kid to keep me in a coffee can, and if someone pisses her off, throw a little of my at their face.
      My family doesnt appreciate the humor for the most part, but we all deal with stuff like that in our own way.
      My dad appreciates it pretty much. I think I get the dark humor gene from him…lol.

      • TJ Edwards says:

        I get mine from my mother. As for me, I’m thinking hot dog roast followed by smores. Then, get someone to paint a black and white photo of me with my own ashes and send it to the Louvre so I may live on forever (unless I get published in which case fill me with candy and beat me like a pinata and celebrate the win)

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