Remember that friend, the one who always had a witty retort, a perfectly timed meme, a joke for every occasion? Yeah, that used to be me. 'I used to be funny' isn't just a lament; it's a genuine question I've been asking myself lately. Where did the humor go? Did life just suck the funny right out of me?
Maybe it's the pressure to be 'on' all the time in a world saturated with content. Or perhaps adulting just isn't as conducive to comedy as chasing fleeting dreams. The truth is, I'm not entirely sure. What I do know is that the spark feels dimmer.
But is funny a fixed state, or can it be rekindled? I'm hoping for the latter. Maybe it's time to actively seek out inspiration, to watch more stand-up, to force myself to write (even if it's terrible). Maybe, just maybe, the old me isn't dead, just hibernating. And maybe, just maybe, I can be funny again. Wish me luck.
