Once again, a startling revelation about myself today: I am not funny. I say things that I believe are humorous, at least in my own head, and, unfortunately and apparently, when verbalized, either they lose all of their humour, or no one understands what I am saying. Naturally, I have concluded the latter all of my life up until this point because few people understand what I am talking about all of the time, so, naturally, my humour must be similar to my normal conversations, no? But that cant be it, can it? I have lived nearly 19 years without someone laughing at any one of my jokes. Thus, I have concluded that I am, indeed, completely devoid of humour. I know, it is unfortunate, but I am merely The Correct One, not The Humourous One, or The I Am Amazing At Everything One. I apologize for my faults, but I still claim that I have a good sense of humour. I am just particularly bad at portraying it.
Blessings:
I am witty. Perhaps not humourous, but witty. And that is good enough for me.
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