Humor is a blessing to the observant.
I don't mean to toot my own horn or anything (which I always thought was an odd saying...can you imagine people walking around with horns simply for that reason? Strange.) but I'm a rather entertaining human being. I'm told this all of the time, so, unless I'm continually surrounded by enemies, I'll continue to assume it's true. However, I must stress that it is rarely my own material. People constantly ask me if I make my stories up as I tell them. As if I were that creative. Ha.
God definitely has blessed me with the gift of observation and timing. And making friends with the most odd assortment of people in the world. In fact, now that I think about it, I'm quite positive that if all of my friends were to sit down to dinner together, nothing and no one would make it out alive, either due to busting a gut, or a fist fight (which would go unnoticed, because everyone would be laughing too hard).
I sometimes wonder if a little observation doesn't better all things. The bad breakup, the angry parent, the nasty injury (I currently have poison ivy). We'll take the example of a terrible coworker. If you take the time to notice the good things a body's capable of, rather than that one (or several, if it's male) thing they've done, your day can become infinitely better. Especially if it was something unintentional. I know a handful of absolutely terrible people that end up creating half of my Twitter updates. And knowing that they would definitely behead me if they knew I was quoting them only makes it that much better.
I don't mean to toot my own horn or anything (which I always thought was an odd saying...can you imagine people walking around with horns simply for that reason? Strange.) but I'm a rather entertaining human being. I'm told this all of the time, so, unless I'm continually surrounded by enemies, I'll continue to assume it's true. However, I must stress that it is rarely my own material. People constantly ask me if I make my stories up as I tell them. As if I were that creative. Ha.
God definitely has blessed me with the gift of observation and timing. And making friends with the most odd assortment of people in the world. In fact, now that I think about it, I'm quite positive that if all of my friends were to sit down to dinner together, nothing and no one would make it out alive, either due to busting a gut, or a fist fight (which would go unnoticed, because everyone would be laughing too hard).
I sometimes wonder if a little observation doesn't better all things. The bad breakup, the angry parent, the nasty injury (I currently have poison ivy). We'll take the example of a terrible coworker. If you take the time to notice the good things a body's capable of, rather than that one (or several, if it's male) thing they've done, your day can become infinitely better. Especially if it was something unintentional. I know a handful of absolutely terrible people that end up creating half of my Twitter updates. And knowing that they would definitely behead me if they knew I was quoting them only makes it that much better.
