This Humor Of Mine.

“Why do you have such a great sense of humor?” is a question I’m usually asked by people nowadays. Mostly by girls. (“Why are you fat?” and “Why are you like that?” come in a close second and third, respectively) and I’ve always found the question bewildering, as if there is a secret place in our beloved Mother Earth were you could “secretly” go to and exponentially increase your sense of humor(and it’s called SensofHumorLand!) Thinking about it (which means NOT thinking about the real reason and thinking about more farfetched situations), I can see myself having an internal hard drive at the back of my brain (and some RAM, for compatibility sake) and I update it every 2 o’clock in the early morning, Matrix-style. Or when I go book-hunting for a certain book in a old book pile up at the local book sale(Oh look, I just used ‘book’ a bajillion times…I’m awesome..hehe) and coming across an old yet elegantly designed book. As I wipe away the dust the front cover has the title embossed in huge, gold lettering: SEVEN HABITS YOU SHOULD DO TO INCREASE YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR AND RULE THE WORLD

As much as I would like my answers to be like that (By the way, I’m still searching for a copy of the said book above), it doesn’t even come close. In fact, you know what I answer to that question? ” I have no freakin clue, man.” I will, however, share to you my theories.

First off, I have a very funny family. And not only do I mean the Value meal, I mean the Combo Bucket Meal with the Add-ons and Tumbler Set. (And yes, I love KFC.) My father is usually serious and stoic at times, but I’ve come to know him as one of the best storytellers I’ve ever known. And God bless him, he never runs out of stories. Oh, I would also like to mention ‘Lyric Improvisation’ and ’Pointing out the Obvious” as my father rules at these categories. My sister, on the other hand, has a unique brand of humor, wherein a lingering trait (usually negative) of a person is taken out, specified…and shoved upon the said person’s face. and I’d rather not discuss it further as it may destroy gravity itself( I can’t live floating around, man) My ‘Madara’ has 9 siblings, automatically making them Akatsuki (hence the name) and when you’ve met my mother and know her well enough, you can see that she can be very…creative at times. (With a colorful vocabulary to match.) Now, imagine that power…shared between all of them…with varying lines of specialty…and to be exposed to all of them. Not to mention, the offspring of the said siblings aka the cousins and the whatnots. It’s intoxicating. Yet to get a share of their prowess, is a wonderful gift (and curse.) Speaking of exposure, we get to move to the second reason as they are somewhat related. (I used ‘somewhat’ coz I’m not sure. And ‘somewhat’ sounds cool.)

Second, I hang out in one of the most..Hmm, what’s the word..Let’s use ‘vibrant’ street of Bohol, Katipunan Street. With a proud (notorious) record and a collection of highly quintessential individuals, who host and get involved in dozens of character-building workshops and activities, I cannot explain the mystery (Mystery Gani…) that surrounds this place, you have to come here to experience the magic.(Clearly, Disneyland stole that tagline from Katipunan.) To get the full Katipunan Experience, try coming by at summer, and hang out at nights. Trust me, it will change your life.

Third, I’ve watched too many funny TV sitcoms. Oh, wait. Let me change that. I’ve watched TOO MANY funny TV sitcoms. And honestly? I think this is the main reason. (And all my friends and family say so as well) and I have no plans of stopping, as well. They give me joy. They give me ideas. Most of all, they entertain me. So why change something that’s so good already? (Danny Masterson, Zach Braff, Neil Patrick Harris, Tina Fey…you rule!!!)

Fourth, not only my family is funny, but the friends I hang out with are funny as well (Especially inner circle friends. You know who you are.) There is no day that passes where I don’t get a laugh from any of my friends. The company I keep has plenty of material.

Fifth, Somehow, I find myself having too much time in my hands ( I am that efficient. Or lazy.) Thus more chill sessions. This, in turn, makes me overthink and more observant than the average human being should be. During these moments, an idea begins to take shape. Now, ideas appear rather spontaneously and good ideas usually come from lame ones, and vice versa.

Now, I admit my sense of humor is unique. Even I am surprised by its range and capability. And I realize, it’s not always understandable. I mean, I know what I wanted it to mean – I just had to face the fact that I can’t translate it directly at times. Hell, sometimes its downright offensive. As for the people who absolutely hate my sense of humor (or me, for that matter) I have but one thing to say:

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Nevertheless, I thought it was interesting to write a whole article of how my sense of humor came to be. Honestly though, I just found some chill time (yet again) during my shift and rather than doodle miscellaneous doodles to pass the time, I made this entry. Peace out.


-Chady