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.’ 😀