My son Eli says that I share too much of “myself” on Facebook and in my WordPress blog. Meanwhile on Facebook, he has 248 pictures of himself in Atlanta dressed in custom made, super-hero costumes at DragonCon with 50,000 other people dressed similarly. They all pose provocatively in skintight spandex that would make me look like Barney Fife at an Underdog Halloween party, or if I really was a super-hero, I would be Baby Boomer Man with his loyal dog FUPA (see previous blog).
On a good day people say I look like Mr. Clean or Dustin Hoffman after chemotherapy or before the Juice fast. Honestly, I dont have the body anymore, so I suppose I rely on my sarcasm, wit, and my rapidly decaying memory. The point is we all have our strengths, and I like to think that humor is mine. Looking at this obviously absurd world in a funny way, especially when one is not suicidally depressed, is a necessary tonic for preserving ones sanity and dealing with adversity. People who lose their sense of humor typically dont do as well. A recent article in the New York Times about James Holmes, the Colorado Batman shooter (see link below) depicts a socially inept and quirky Ph.D. student who was weird but moderately funny…up until he started flipping out. In other words, what his peers and instructors most remember about him was how he lost his sense of humor along with his frickin’ mind. He got deadly serious and delusional simultaneously.
That is probably really why I write my CaptCliff blog, to remind myself (and my friends) to laugh and not get too serious. Ok, I admit I am also narcissistic as hell and enjoy exhibiting my nutty perspective to the world somewhat like a nudist at the beach likes to walk up to the outdoor Tiki bar with all his junk showing. We all know how THAT looks, especially if the guy is 50+ years old, and, now that I think about it, that is very likely EXACTLY how my grown-up children feel about my “confessional”-style of writing, ie. “Oh God, that’s my Dad ordering a Mai Tai….look away!” Yet they indulge me, and on a very VERY good day, they even take the time to press the “like” button on Facebook. I guess that is part of what love is all about. Don’t worry, my dear beloved sons, I will NOT be posting a picture of myself sans clothes and with full FUPA at the Tiki Bar. I promise.
Funny Bone. Seriously? haha
Said in Joe Pesci voice: “Like what are u sayin’?? Funny like what? Like a clown funny or what??”