Conversation recently had with myself:
Me: Hey – you know, you’re doing some great writing on that blog of yours.
Me: Gee, thanks! I’m really enjoying it! Plus it’s a good way for me to analyze all of the crap I’m going through.
Me: yeah. I know. that’s awesome and all. But… Well… How do I say this?
Me: come on, we’re being honest with ourselves now, remember?
Me: Ok. fine. I’ll just come out and say it: You’re a real downer
Me: Well – um, yeah. I guess so. But what do you expect? I’m going a bit nuts here.
Me: yeah I know. I mean, I’m right there with you. But you’ve been like, REALLY heavy over the last week or so. And well, it’s a bummer. People are reading this, you know?
Me: Well, what do you want me to do, write about bunnies and rainbows?
Me: Bunnies? I like bunnies!
Me: Yes but that is not what we’re going through here. We’re talking about miscarriages, and anxiety, and grief, and…
Me: Oh shut up for a second!
Me: Mean.
Me: Listen, you have a sense of humor.
Me: I do? Really?
Me: um – yeah. Some people would actually say you’re a pretty funny lady.
Me: Don’t call me lady. That makes me feel old.
Me: Whatever. You’re funny.
Me: Funny? What is this funny you speak of?
Me: I’m just saying it wouldn’t hurt to put in a joke or two on occasion. I mean, it’ll make things easier for all those readers out there.
Me: Fine. A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel on his penis. The bartender asks him why it’s there and he says: “ARRRR! It’s driving me nuts!”
Me: You’re annoying. You always go to that joke when you’re out of material.
Me: What do you want me to do? make miscarriage jokes?
Me: well… um…
Me: noooo that would be so wrong.
Me: fine no miscarriage jokes. But will you please lighten up just a bit?
Me: Shut up I’m depressed.
Me: All the more reason to.
Me: Fine. I’ll try.
Well I laughed 🙂
If Israelis get away with Holocaust jokes left and right you should so be allowed to get away with miscarriage jokes