Mostly it comes down to laughs. I’m a sucker for the laughs. Laughs other people are causing me or laughs I’m causing someone else.
You can be the biggest a$$hole and have opinions completely not in line with my own, but if you can make me laugh, I can’t get enough of you. DT, if he were actually a funny guy who made me bust a gut, I’d probably not detest and despise him so much. I’m absolutely positive he’s not though.
Sharing a sense of humour with someone can be so intimate. And I don’t mean necessarily in a romantic way. My best friend and I (in high school), shared the exact same sense of humour. There was never a shortage of laughs and I think that’s what really bonded us. She had the same sense of haha as my sisters, my Mom and I do.
It’s important because it can’t be faked. There’s nothing worse than having to pretend to laugh at something you don’t find funny at all. I’ve only ever had one romantic partner who was truly funny and honestly he could have gotten away with so much, just because he was so damn funny.
So yeah I like laughing but I also enjoy being the funny one. There’s a lady I used to work with and she laughed so hard at everything I said. I kind of became this comedian every time she was around. It would just come to me. I turned into Jerry Seinfeld in all situations as long as she was there. I love that.
It’s also part of my role as the middle child in my family. I’m the funny one. I’m not bragging, just saying. I have so many old photos of especially my older sister Corinne and I, and I’m cracking her up in the pics. I have the same effect on my Mom.
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