I almost decided to join the circus as the not-funny-and-always-crying clown. And then I thought about needing months and months of rehab after that damage to my psyche. But then I realized something very important: They are beautiful.
And, if they're beautiful, then they don't tell the truth. And, if they don't tell the truth, then I don't need to worry about my lack of funniness. And, therefore, I can avoid the sob story.
Therefore, they are liars. Therefore, I am funny. Therefore, I will not cry over my lack of humor.
:-P
Oh! And I am pleased to admit that the "I don't like pictures of just me" chorus ended rather abruptly when I delivered the sneak peak of images. Apparently that's another reason I don't need to worry about their opinion on my humor.
(And, besides, if I'm not funny...why are they all laughing?)
And who in their right mind can say that ANY of these people aren't good-looking and, um, beautiful!
Moral of the story? Don't doubt my ability to take a photo you will like. :-)
And, for complete honesty's sake, I was finally told that I am funny. A hesitant confession, but a confession nonetheless. I'll take it!
See?? I am funny.
(The peanut gallery need not refute that. I prefer to live in my blissful little humorous world.)
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