Ya know....I was funny once. Back in the day. Sure, I didn't have a girlfriend, a decent sense of fashion, or even an ounce of self-respect, but damn was I funny. My never ending self-loathing offered an infinite fuel for witty remarks, sarcastic comebacks, and cynical observations.
Now I have a girl, don't live with my parents, and have a disturbingly large DVD collection, not to mention an above average sex life. And I can't even come up with an amusing post for the 'Tron (this one included). So....has my happiness robbed me of my humor? Does one's hilarity rating directly equate to how empty and meaningless one's life is?
What are the Askees secrets to being so abundantly content, while at the same time, so scathingly funny? Just wondering.
Now I have a girl, don't live with my parents, and have a disturbingly large DVD collection, not to mention an above average sex life. And I can't even come up with an amusing post for the 'Tron (this one included). So....has my happiness robbed me of my humor? Does one's hilarity rating directly equate to how empty and meaningless one's life is?
What are the Askees secrets to being so abundantly content, while at the same time, so scathingly funny? Just wondering.
