"julia, you're the funniest person i know."
"yeah, julia. you're in my top three."
i blush a little. get cocky.
tell some terrible jokes (can they even be classified as such?)
"well...uh...maybe my top 5."
i don't talk much...and that is funny. the odds of saying something humorous are so much greater if you don't actually have to make real conversation. avoid vulnerability, make other people vulnerable, come off mysterious and quirky, it's a win-win.
what's not a win-win: giving me a distinction of any kind.
i am into slaughtering expectations, especially when i know about them.
i think i'm finally clean and then one jumps out in front of me and i find myself clawing for the pistol strapped to my ankle and blowing smoke from the barrel before i can even assert myself: "i ain't the best or worst at anything! don't talk to me ever because then you'll imply a value judgment that will distort my reaction completely!"
things are going great, thanks for asking.
just please don't call me the best (or worst) songwriter in the world. i can't afford that right now.
1 comment:
okay, top ten.
jokes, just jokes.
Still top three, you're funny stuff Julia. But not too funny. Pretty funny though. I don't expect any funniness from you, but sometimes it's there. But I'm not holding my breath. I'm like "Julia's said some funny stuff in her day, but I wouldn't expect her to live up to her past jokes. But who knows, she might surprise us someday"
see? no expectations. Now make me laugh.
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