Not Being Funny Doesn't Make You A

There Are Many Things In This World That Are An Outrage, To Be Sure, But Death At Our Current Life Expectancy Doesn’t Strike Me As One Of Them. Maybe I Sound Like Some Victorian Who Felt That Forty Years Ought To Be Enough For Any Man, But One Of The Marks Of A Life Well Lived Has To Be Reaching A State Of Finally Getting It, Of Not Needing More, And Of Being Able To Sign Off With Something Approaching Peace Of Mind.

I Find Life Itself Provides Ample And Sufficient Tests Of My Valor And Mettle: Illness; Betrayal; Fruitless Searches For Love; Working For The Abusive, The Insane, And The Despotic. All Challenges Easily As Thrilling To Me As Scrambling Over Icy Rock In A Pair Of Barely Adequate Boots.

I Am Neither Spontaneous Nor Ready For Anything.

The Only Thing That Makes One An Artist Is Making Art. And That Requires The Precise Opposite Of Hanging Out; A Deeply Lonely And Unglamorous Task Of Tolerating Oneself Long Enough To Push Something Out.

Not Being Funny Doesn't Make You A Bad Person. Not Having A Sense Of Humor Does.