©2023 michael raven
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.