Analyzing humor is like dissecting a frog. Few people are interested and the frog dies of it.
E. B. White
Practice is Painful
My writing is stiff and too serious. In real life, I make people laugh, so I naively assumed that makes me funny. Either that is true or a lot of people around me find me very attractive (the only other reason people laugh at lame jokes). Did you see what I did there? Subtle.
Yet, put fingers to keyboard, and the words are explaining-the-holocaust-to-my-children serious. Telling myself to “write something funny” is as productive as “say something smart”; it opens a pit of self criticism and despair. I know it is bad when I am kicking myself for having no chocolate at home.
Just like the frog, today’s post is dying a miserable death.