For those of you who are wondering why this blog even exists, it’s because I want to make people laugh, which is my way of saying that I don’t have enough stress in my life. It’s also fun for me to tell others that I’m starting a humor blog, mostly because everyone gives me that look that says, “You’re probably not as funny as you think you are, but I’m going to feed your delusion thus making your inevitable failure even more spectacular.”
Rather than silently reflect on such a sentiment, perhaps acquiring a deeper understanding of myself and the meaning of my existence, I thought the best option would be to skip the reflecting part and publicly post my writing instead.
That said, comments are always welcome, particularly variations of the following: “Your grammar is godly,” “My life had no meaning until I read your work,” and “I’m literally going to worship you.”
To preserve the precious little sanity remaining to me, I plan to post every other week, provided of course I don’t suffer a nervous breakdown or succumb to one of the many dangers in life that a paranoid relative of mine always warns me about.
And, just so you don’t go in blind, here are some facts about me:
- I used to be younger.
- Breathing has been a major part of my life since childbirth.
Bonus points for whoever can guess where I
stole borrowed the title for this post.