I love humor. You can use it to make others smile, and bring joy in unpleasant situations. Just as easily as you can use your rapier like wit to swiftly put an end to arguments, and craft smoking burns.
For the majority of my life I’ve felt isolated. Even when I’m with people. More of an observer than a participant. Doesn’t matter,since I’m rarely put in those situations. Till recently my life was just school, studying, and work. It is boring, unexciting, and when something abnormal does happen, it’s usually depressing. Which maybe why I distance myself in conversations. Resulting in no friends. Don’t get me wrong I’m friendly. I can get along with just about anyone. But to have good stable friends. Friends I could talk with or hangout… Well you have to talk about yourself. Nobody wants to be friends with a constant stranger. The whole friend thing just makes me really anxious, and it shouldn’t. If I have to talk to them I bother them. If I never share or contribute, what’s the point of me. Either way I’ll beat myself up about it. And I say I could careless, but that’s the thing, I could. So I stay up at night, Thinking about what could be, and on bad days, what could have been,