You may not believe me. If you know me well, I’m sure you won’t believe me.
Aren’t I supposed to be a funny guy? Aren’t I constantly reeling off jokes and zingers and puns and other kinds of randomly absurd observations about the vagaries of life in general and writing in particular.
All right, so maybe I do. But as far as I can tell, that’s no reason to suggest that I’m not an extremely serious person.
There’s a particular reason why I think I can support my claim that it’s actually the fact that I am funny (well allegedly anyway) that makes me such a serious person. Here goes:
Being funny is hard work.
Don’t believe me? Just try it some time. Go out there and make people laugh. It’s not as easy as it sounds. Ok, I know there are some people out there who can just do it naturally. All they have to do is breathe and they can have everybody else falling over themselves in fits of laughter. But I’m not like that.
To people like me, being funny is a commitment. It’s a goal that you set, and towards which you then need to work. It takes practice and dedication in order to achieve this goal at a regular level – to consistently say or write things with the requisite amount of hilarity.
And getting the amount right is a big part of it. Too little, and it will just seem anaemic. Too much and it will seem forced. It’s a delicate balance, requiring hard work and skill and experience to get right. I’m not even sure I have.
So there you have it. Immutable evidence that I’m as serious as the next person, and more serious than many. I’m working hard, dedicating myself towards reaching a goal. The fact that it’s a very silly goal does nothing to lessen the commitment required.
When it comes to being funny, I’m deadly serious.
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