I just glanced through my last couple of posts, good grief, what a dorky mood I must have been in! Sentimental hogwash, as Mr. Potter would say (that's a reference to It's a Wonderful Life by the way) Anyway, another month of Valentine's day crap has cleared my head again - it really is one of most ridiculous excuses for wasting money out there, as far as "holidays" go. That's just my opinion of course. I am not nor ever have been a conventional romantic. Looking back over the years, I realize that I have a tendency to ruin potentially romantic moments by making some kind of smart ass comment to the poor sap who was attempting to woo me at the time. No moment is sacred. I actually turned my first husband's marriage proposal into a joke. He responded by shoving me into a snow bank. I married him anyway, but not for long. It was for the best, he really had no sense of humor. Perhaps that is the secret to winning my heart. For example, while I will readily admit there are many sexy actors out there to lust after, it's the funny men who I really love. Of course, it doesn't hurt if a guy happens be funny AND really good looking. Naturally I'm talking about actors still. I am currently married again, and while he's an attractive man, I'm not sure that I would call him a funny man. But he definitely lured me in that way. For our first date he took me to Spike and Mike's Sick and Twisted Film Festival, where I laughed until I cried many times at the series of over the top hilarious short films. So maybe that's how it all started - he tickled my funny bone, and now here we are. And I realize that he is not really a funny guy, that in fact he is a pretty serious guy. Somewhere along the way he seems to have lost his sense of humor or maybe just his joie de vivre. I'm sure I have contributed somehow to this, and it probably doesn't help when I call him Mr. Negative to his face, but I don't know what else to do, other than revert back to my smart ass ways. Maybe I just thought he was somebody else, and the whole thing is my own bloody fault. Ha, joke's on me! But seriously. Is "not being funny" grounds for divorce? Is that what it will all come down to?
Charlie Chaplin once said that "in the end, everything is a gag." Here's one from Alan Alda that is very fitting, "When people are laughing, they're generally not killing each other." Maybe that's it.Maybe Reader's digest had it right all along, could laughter be the best medicine? Could laughter save a marriage? Forget romantic dinners, head to the nearest comedy club! What the hell, if nothing else maybe it will give me something funny to write about.
