An inferior sense of humor is nothing to laugh at

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Lately, I’ve been feeling so unfunny that it’s laughable. It’s a result of this terrible habit that I have of comparison. Since I’m working on a book about our New York adventure, I started to read up on the publishing industry and see what books line up with what we’re trying to do. During that research, I stumbled across comedic memoirs that garnered glowing reviews that exclaimed

“…in hilarious fashion…”
“…a hysterical ride…”
“…this is what it would be like if God told jokes…”

I was intimidated and disheartened. There’s no way that I can compete that kind of talent. I might get a “You’re funny” once a week and most times it’s actually directed toward a taller, funnier guy standing behind me.

So, after a day of moping, God decided to snap me out of it. I was riding the elevator down with my co-worker, who has a bum knee. The elevator stopped and a girl got on. I mentioned to my co-worker that she should rent a wheelchair for an upcoming trip to Washington, DC. She said that she had a cane. After a beat, I replied, “Does it have an eight-ball on top of it?”

She laughed, and the new girl held in a guffaw and compressed it into a very amused smile. I still got it.

I left the building with a renewed confidence. I don’t have to compare and compete. There are plenty of laughs to go around. As long as I am true to the mind and voice that God gave me, as well as keep dreaming up pimp-related jokes, then I’ll be alright.