An Illustrative Graph of My Funny and Its Key

Here is a chart of my funny over the years. (A key to the images follows)

KEY:

When I was 4, I’d drink orange juice and then run into the middle of a group of adults, fall over and everyone would crack up. Family members STILL tell that story. Yes! Other favorite 4 year-old family story: me climbing up onto bed, lying down, crossing one leg over the other and announcing to my 19 year-old cousin, “Let’s talk Girl Talk.” Hilarious.

At 10 I was the funniest girl in my class. I’m not sure who the funniest boy was, maybe Darius Nemekis; although the only thing I remember about him was that he knitted nose warmers, which I guess would be funny, if I remembered him giving me one. I dreamed of being a stand up comic and on my birthday, my friends gave me a homemade t-shirt that said KISS ME I’M A COMEDIAN. I got these retro iron on letters off the internet to recreate the t-shirt, which was this color, but didn’t look like a ransom note.

This is an illustration of a boy. I did not get a picture of a boy off the internet because every time I typed “image teenage boys” I got the creeps. Also, I made this boy a YANKEES fan, just to pretend I had standards other than “cute” when I was THIS into boys. Please note precipitous decline in hilarity at this time. I found it difficult to diet plus make my curly hair look like Farrah Fawcet’s while simultaneously trying to be funny. These years were all about kissing boys, which I highly recommend. If you’re into that kind of thing.

My comedic self really flatlined during adulthood, which started with bulimia, moved into lots of therapy, became undiagnosed anxiety and blha blafhaaads;haljfffsk  IT’S SO NOT FUN. But, my husband always laughed at my jokes. That’s why the rings. (These are not my rings.) My husband is a MENSCH.

When I started on Facebook, people once again started calling me funny. In all honesty, I’d  forgotten that part of myself. The high point of this being-funny-on-Facebook was when an old high school classmate of mine named Nancy, a girl I knew, but with whom I was never close, called me all the way from Florida to tell me that I had a talent and that I should write a book. Isn’t that so nice?! I’d like to give Nancy BIG thank you!

That’s a 100 pt’er!

Today, my funny levels continue to go up, mostly because I have more confidence in myself. At this time, I’d like to thank my mother, who made me the person I am today, and a 40 mg dose of Viibryd ™ brand anti-depressants for UNmaking it!

Thank you and good night!