On Unfunny-ness

There are times in my life when I feel very unfunny. Something comes over me, and I reach for my sarcasm rifle, normally loaded with wit, and the holster is just completely gone. I frantically look around for other ammo (perhaps I packed some AK-47s around my leg - think Miss Congeniality), and there is none. (Ok, analogies are done). Ugh. Without funny, I am serious. Way serious. I don't think I've ever learned to be normal, or what we in the civilized world call "pleasant." Even the word pleasant sounds pleasant, and by pleasant, I mean boring. Pleasant like a pheasant. But I digress. Needless to say, the unfunny came over me, and I couldn't shake it off. Luckily, I have some very special friends who are exceptionally talented at laughing at my jokes, and telling some of their own. What a blessing :)