Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Posted: My Sense of Humor Ran Away!

First of all, I do have a sense of humor. Or did. Until he ran.
If you see him, his name is 'Chuck'. By all means, talk to him, look him straight in the eye, and tell him your favorite rule. He absolutely loves to play with rules. He'll chew 'em, mock 'em and drool on 'em. If he gets his teeth into a particularly ridiculous rule, you'll lose him for a whole day.

Should you see Chuck, throw him a handful of awkward moments. I had to cut him off for a month or so. He was getting as big as a house on those things. He likes the silent ones, where everyone is thinking the outrageous truth, but way too polite to say it. Chuck positively will sing those things out: "No, that is a stupid idea! Everyone in the room is looking for the rock that smacked your head" or "I don't think God knows that you're the center of the universe. You should text Him."

You can generally draw him with the 'What ifs', for instance: What if breakfast cereal wanted to take over the world?
Deep voice narrates: The Smith's breakfast began like any other day...
Little girl peering into her bowl of oatmeal: "Daddy, my oatmeal looks angry. I'm scared."
Confident Dad absently pats her on the head: " Celia, don't be silly. Just put in more brown sugar and hurry."
Celia: "Daddy! It growled! It's moving!"
Pan out to the front of the house with muffled screams. SWAT shows up.
Grizzled police chief: "I've never seen anything like it: vicious attacks across the whole hot breakfast spectrum. Brutal oatmeal, ruthless grits, and the malt o'meal (crosses himself)...we're still cleaning up in Vicksburg".
Chuck does all the voices. He shares with other humors in the room and romps for a while. His favorite to riff on: What if dogs had opposable thumbs?

Why did he run? He just wasn't the center of attention anymore. He accused me of being too serious, too focused on things I couldn't control. I didn't feel like playing anymore...but now I really miss him. Chuck could be in the most serious, nearly fatal situation and pop out "So that's what it's like to be almost dead. We should do this more often" and then flash his big goofy smile.

If you see him, let him know I want him to come home. I'll do my famous Strut Dance to prove it.

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