Welcome and Warning

I do have a rather odd sense of humor (you could call it unconventional, or just… mine). People don’t always understand why I’m laughing …especially because it’s not usually about what’s happening, it’s about what I noticed. The absurdity tucked under the surface. The weird emotional math people are doing mid-conversation. The existential joke no one else seems to hear.

As a kid, this got me in trouble more often than not. I’d start giggling in class. Not to be disruptive, but because something had clicked in my brain in a way I couldn’t articulate. A facial expression, an overheard comment, the phrasing in a textbook… it was never the obvious funny thing. It was the sideways funny thing. The part that wasn’t supposed to be noticed.

Once the laughter started, it was hard to stop. And when I couldn’t explain it to the teacher’s satisfaction, I’d be sent out or silenced. There’s something quietly lonely about being the only person laughing — not because you’re mocking, but because you see the world through a cracked kaleidoscope, and it just hits different.

That kind of unconventional humor is still my reflex. It’s how I metabolize the strange and the painful. It’s my favorite kind of intimacy: when someone laughs with me and gets why. That’s rare, but electric when it happens.

I’ve come to realize it’s not that my humor doesn’t make sense, it’s that it doesn’t always translate. And that’s okay. I don’t need everyone to get the joke. I just need to keep noticing it. Because for me, the laugh is the explanation.

Unconventional Anyway

People sometimes criticize me for oversharing when I speak my truth and I have been warned that I should keep it to myself or suffer being relegated to the fringes. Some say I might even be unable to earn a living if anyone discovers who I really am. I personally don’t feel that my viewpoint on any subject is all that radical, though my experience of life may be unique.

In any case, I’m not going to deny or hide my own experience just because it is unfamiliar to others or because it may make someone uncomfortable. Obviously, there is a time and a place. My own personal blog is that time and place.