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A wierd sense of humor
I have an odd sense of humor. It is my biggest flaw and my best strength. When I was on eHarmony, that's what I wrote for both. Perhaps it isn't so much as a strange sense of humor as a profound appreciation for the absurd.
Examples:
When I was married we redid the kitchen. TGX wanted granite counters. I wanted to be out of debt in this lifetime. In one of the few working compromises, we decided on granite tiles (12x12) as a countertop. Black with silvery gray specks. They looked nice- really nice. Very classy.
What was not appreciated by TGX was my strange sense of humor. When confronted with the huge expanse of shiny black obsidian, all of my neurons sparked back to the beginning of 2001: A Space Odyssey. And I began to act like an ape, bouncy and making monkey grunts. He got it, but was not amused.
I still find it pretty darn hilarious, to the point of giggling as I write it.
Anyway, a friend showed me this website called: Icanhascheezburger.com. Pictures of cats and other small cute animals in interesting poses (although I don't think they are posed, I think they are more just photographed at the instant they did whatever it was that they did, so more exposed than posed, as it were).
The one that got me giggling is on the second page, all black background with a cat's eyes glowing in a possessed way. The caption reads, "Souls...I eets them."
I think I laughed for a good five minutes. And still am chuckling. I don't know, just something about it strikes me as very, very funny.
A few pages later there's a kitten looking into the oven, and the caption reads, "The dog really looks pissed." Another giggle fest.
I do not think baking dogs in the oven is funny. Nor is broiling them or roasting them. Really. I am a veterinarian, devoting my life and most of my income to the care of dogs (not to mention using a good portion of my breath advocating for their welfare). But that is a funny, funny picture.
One of the funniest moments in my marriage occurred on our honeymoon. We went to the west coast- California, and drove from LA up the coast. In San Francisco, we stopped at the maritime museum and toured all of the boats and submarines. I read faster than most people, so TGX and I naturally split up. I was in exiting a room on a tall ship, about to step over the 6" barrier in the doorway, when TGX stumbled over it, tripped, and caught himself with both hands on my breasts.
The other person in the room was a man, and he sharply inhaled, waiting for the outcry. Silence. TGX hastily jerked his hands off my breasts, looking shocked and embarassed, which (of course) struck me as hysterically funny in a "catholic breast guilt, the other white meat" sort of way.
TGX, after the silence stretched out way too long, says, "Good thing I know you."
I responded, "Well, you do now!" And the two of us continued on our way. The man in the room spent the rest of the forty-five minutes I was on board following me and trying to puzzle out whether we did, in fact, actually know each other. Still makes me giggle.
Laughter, supposedly, makes your blood pressure lower, and does what your parasympathetic nervous system is designed for- lowering heart rate, and just chillin' out your body.
But most of what I find funny is my little disconnects with the real world.
For instance, when I first moved to town, there was a take out Chinese restaurant called (I swear) Woody's Suk Wok. Ugh! With a name like that, why would anyone eat there? I lived here for at least a month before I stated that out loud, and got a very puzzled, "What's wrong with Woody's Quik Wok?"
Oh.
Then I was laughing. I still can't go by that place, which has since changed to a sandwich shop, without chuckling.
This morning in "O" (Oprah's magazine), I read an advertisement about "A Beer filled Cereal".
Huh.
For breakfast?
Read it again- It actually is a "Fiber filled cereal". Oh. That makes more sense, really. But I did laugh at myself.
I love those little glitches. They are inane, meaningless, and amusing. Like asking my friend what he was thinking about this morning. He looked blank, and said, "Nothing."
"You looked pensive." I told him. And then followed up with, "But now that you're done, you are ex-pensive."
Get it?
Yeah, well, I thought it was hysterical.
Maybe it isn't so much a sense of humor as much as it is a deeply convoluted inner dialogue.
Oh well. I'm happy with it.
On a personal note, the singularly funniest moment in my entire life involves my younger brother. We used to eat in the living room, and I was carrying my empty plate from the living room into the kitchen. I met my brother in the doorway, and we did one of those shuffle back and forth dances that occur. Finally, the solution flashed onto his face, and I relaxed, knowing that he had the answer to solve this problem of getting by each other. I stopped, and he lowered his head, ducked under my plate and rammed right into my stomach.
I am now laughing so hard that tears are running down my face, just like I was then. "What were you thinking?" I asked him.
No answer.
I still want to know.
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6/22/08 5:53 PM
The icanhascheezburger.com site is awesome. I've had a few laughs myself there.(Hugs)Indigo
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