I have to be funny. No seriously, I have to be funny. I need to be one of the funniest people in any given social situation. Thankfully, over the years I’ve learned to suppress this somewhat in more somber situations – hospital visits, church services, funerals, and the like. But I still feel the need to crack jokes at any and all times. There have been a myriad of opinions on my effectiveness at being funny, but in any case it can be pretty frustrating at times. A serious conversation about my relationship and fart jokes don’t mix. I’m not sure if my compulsion to be funny comes from a need to be the center of attention or acceptance, or maybe I’m just overflowing with hilarity and I need to share it with the world. Probably the first one. I think I’ll always try to find humor regardless of the situation in which I find myself. I’ll just have to be more careful about when and how I tell those jokes. There are more layers to my need to be funny that I’ll get to in future posts, so stay tuned my million of loyal readers!