I can’t stop laughing.
I spent all day convincing myself of something
and then life threw a curveball.
What are the odds?
Does laughing at the situation make me a bad person?
I’m sorry our dinner plans fell through
in such an unexpected manner
and I would never wish illness on anyone.
Sure, part of me is disappointed
because I was excited
even though I did my best not to be.
They say the name of the game is rolling with the punches
but I think “they” forgot to include the part where
you have to seek out the humor.
Otherwise- you’re just getting punched in the face all the time.
I loved him because he made me laugh,
which is more than I can say for other tortured souls I’ve dated.
Humor is subjective.
In the end, I guess I got
metaphorically punched in the face
a few too many times.
It wasn’t funny anymore.
I am 100% certain of few things
but I know life is funny.
And I want a life full of laughter.
P.S. I’m over anyone who says my laugh is too loud.