I write and hang out around a lot of funny people. Really, really funny people. They can one-line you until you pee your pants and make even the saddest status updates “meme worthy”
And I add my happy little quotes in and then they mock me.
They don’t think I’m funny.
And even when I try to be funny, they don’t get it and I have to go in and explain myself so they realize it was a joke.
It’s depressing and kind of pathetic.
It’s just that they set the bar so high. They ALWAYS have something funny to say. Once they even started a “funny tweet chain”
You know “Hey everyone lets tweet something funny and then share it”
What??? How does one do that? How does one THINK of something funny? Where do you even start.
So I sit in the corner in my starched shirt, with a tidy bow in my hair, surrounded by my chickens and just look weird.
I think one of them might have said I was that “awkward kind of cute”
I don’t know what that means.
And then they made me this and said I should use the “Un-funny chicken” as my mascot.
Awesome friends eh.
So I am going to stop trying to be funny with these gals and just continue to be the “unfunny” one.
Or as I like to say, the “NORMAL” one.
****UPDATE: After I wrote this post, I shared it with my horrible, yet funny friends.
They made this and said that I am in fact, in fact occasionally funny.
I can live with that.
They also said “The secret funny ones are the funniest… like the chihuahua who turns out to be the best herding dog. Total freaking surprise.” Oh, and I made one of them laugh out loud.
I’ll TAKE it!