©2023 michael raven
a curmudgeon
without a
sense of humor
is no fun at all
It might just be me… But I’ve found that I have no taste for angry online rants anymore. Even my own rants feel tiresome, which is why I’ve trended away from launching into one whenever something piques my ire.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t occasionally partake, but I feel that same tiredness when I reread what my spleen has vented.
Then, again… Most things make me feel tired these days. Except when it makes me laugh. Absurdity and satire make curmudgeonly monologues, not to mention other experiences, notably less tiresome for me.
I don’t know what I’m getting at here. Just mental stew splashing out of a leaky pot.
Take care and enjoy your day or night, whichever it might be when you read this.
Rants can only take you so far until you get tired of your own self, since it’s mostly yourself getting the benefit, much less the gist. Been there.
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Venting is over-rated anyway. Better to be pragmatic and approach things with a bit of humour – there’s enough misery already!
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Minneapolis. They grew up just down the road from me. Less than ten miles. 🤣
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Very close, then!
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Spitting distance.
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curmudgeonly monologues—this made my morning. We have to find humor where we can because life is too darn serious and freaking hard.
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Seriously. I have to laugh or I’ll cry rivers of tears.
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