are the things that I loooove. I love funny people. This post is about awl the funny people who I have been lucky enough to be acquainted with.
Lets start from the beginning.
I had a friend in school. The earliest memory I have of this friend was in first grade, when I while being regaled with his funny-ness was showing my thighs to him by lifting up my tunic. He was funny in first grade, more funny in seventh grade while making fun of teachers. He was my partner from sixth grade to the second term of eighth grade; when quite abruptly, his section was changed; which left me friend-less and quite frankly lost in a class full of people. I had to make new friends. This incident brought about a HUGE personality make over in me. I realized, I could be funny and people (namely, the popular girls) would accept me in their group. Thus, I discovered the funny bone within myself. I also discovered the blatant truth about being funny, which is "MAKE FUN OF YOURSELF INSTEAD OF OTHER PEOPLE AROUND YOU, THAT WAY, ITS MORE FUN, AND ITS MORE FUNNY BECAUSE NOBODY GETS HURT; AND YOU GET TO BE.....WELL....FUNNY!!!!"
During the second term of eighth grade; I found, rather, I noticed two more funny people in the class. I immediately went about making all sorts of efforts to be friends with these two people. One out of these two people was a guy who was brilliant in his studies; and very very funny. I always, sort of nurtured a secret crush on him, but obviously I kept it to myself and did not tell ANYBODY because I noticed this guy had a sort of crush on my all time best friend.
The other guy was also, incidentally, brilliant in his studies and also very funny; but he sort of was obsessed with this wierd-ass LETS BOYCOTT ALL THE GIRLS IN THE CLASS revolution that he stirred up and had sort of all the effing boys in the class backing him up in this "revolution".
This had me confused and HOW. I obviously, had no doubts about the fact that I am, obviously, a girl. But I also found myself enjoying this so called revolution because it was...well...funny...and it made me laugh out loud. During this time in eighth grade, another incident occurred.
Our classroom had a window which faced the parking lot of an apartment complex. Some random men had been spotted ogling at the girls in our class who were ...well...visible to those men in the parking lot. Therefore the authorities had come up with a mastermind gameplan to handle this issue. They covered up the window with stale newspapers and made a rule about all the girls in the class sitting on one side and all the boys on the other side, namely the side on which the window was placed. Now this new rule broke a previous rule practiced by the authorities which was, to not make more than two girls sit next to each other because girls sitting next to each would mean a lot of talking and "discipline" which was THE word in our school, would be at stake.
I remember, during this time, I was so placed that I got to be (somehow owing to geographical and strategic positioning of students ) the only girl sitting among a whole lot of boys. I thank God, that happened; because it taught me a major lesson in life. Boys are a lot more fun than girls, because, as opposed to constantly talking about boys and bitching about girls; boys just about make fun of EVERYTHING and keep it very, very, very, VERY simple. They make fun of girls while secretly ogling at them. They make friends with girls while secretly judging them by their looks; also going by their judgement, they prefer ogling at girls according to their own secret judgement. They make friends with pretty girls in order to have access to her prettier friends. yada yada yada.
Now WHY I am blogging about this when I have like so many problems in life including lost money, lost habits, lost passionate love making sessions, lost healthy and hale and hearty father, lost friends (over secret crush and losing virginity to secret crush), lost gifts, lost study notes, lost freelance work projects, lost time, lost soul-time, lost money over bad bad habits, lost relationships, lost boy-friends, lost sanity etc, is because I am a forever lost soul. I just have to look at a pretty window and sort of lose all problems/responsibilities in life. Sigh.
