Without context, humor becomes such a risky area for sensitive, frustrated, paranoid people like me (and most comedians), and here’s a perfect example.
Even though you saw fit to applaud, highlight and respond to my little rant/exposé, here’s the play by play in my mind for the last minute, with my emphasis in bold and my thoughts in parentheses.
- Read this part of your comment: “Most of the “humor” here isn’t actually funny. (Does “here” mean what was contained in my article?”)
- Read the first comment: “One of my humor pieces actually got 2.3K claps.” (Okay, so one of my central arguments has been completely disproven, and now I’ve drawn the ire of someone who is much funnier than me.)
- Rushing, view your last highlight: “nor the cleavage.” (Holy shit! I’ve started a war with the women of Medium.)
- Crazed, scroll through your profile and find Medium Haiku. (Laughing my ass off. You said in one minute what it took me hours to write. I’ve found my spiritual sister! I love you. I’m also a little jealous. But really, I love you.)
To be continued in the comment section of your post…