“Whatever happened to you? You used to be so funny!”
I still hear it. There was a time when I got it a lot. And I admit, the first few times I heard it, it really stung. Because, yeah, you don’t need to tell me. I know. I used to be funny. In my own very teeny corner of the blogisphere.
I tried, anyway. I did a lot of silly, sometimes irreverent things for laughs. Anything for a laugh. That was me. I love making people laugh. I wrote about most anything and everything. Until that well dried up. At one point, I was putting out a post every day, and creating that much content can be draining. Particularly if you’re like me and have trouble focusing. Hi, ADHD!
So I got burned out and stopped writing completely because there’s nothing worse than FORCED comedy. (Except maybe for succotash because that’s just forcing lima beans into your perfectly good corn. And everyone knows lima beans are the only food in Hell.) So the weeks quickly turned into months and that turned into years and that blog got hacked and I had it all shut down. Everything was destroyed. All of it. Every post, thousands of them. Gone. Because I’m an idiot and didn’t back that shit up.
But as to the original point, whatever happened to the funny me? Friends on social media – those of them that I don’t see locally, anyhow – see me now as this politically-charged individual, always ranting about the current administration. And that IS part of who I am because HAVE YOU SEEN who is in charge of the nuclear football right now? But politics was always part of who I was before, that’s what people don’t seem to get. I just didn’t present that side to you because I was trying to make you laugh by eating Vienna sausages with my toes and destroying my rotator cuffs by skating with roller derby girls.
I was once fond of saying, “Everything on my blog is true. But not everything that is true is in my blog.” That goes for each of us engaging on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. You only see of me what I WANT you to see. Like right now, you can’t see that I’m writing this in my underwear. I’m not always whining and bitching about Trump. I do other things. I go out and laugh and make jokes with friends, even conservatives who love Trump. We just agree to keep politics off the table. You kind of have to when you’re a snowflake living in cow country.
This is all to say the funny is still here. Somewhere. I’m just done trying to parse it all out.
What it comes down to, I suppose, is this. I don’t know what the hell this space is going to be. If you’re looking for a rebirth of that old blog which was fun-fun-fun all the time, you’re probably going to be disappointed. That tryptophan has left the building, you dig?
Still, I am feeling a stir of creativity again. And that hasn’t happened for a while.