Isn’t it strange?
What?
How people think I’m funny now.
Peculiar? Is that bad? You’re always making fun of “normal people.”
No, not funny strange. Funny like a comedian.
You *are* funny. You’ve always been funny.
But nobody used to think so.
Nobody?
Only a few people. The ones I wasn’t afraid to talk to. They always thought I was funny.
Because you are.
Yeah, but why does everyone notice now? They didn’t used to.
I did.
But hardly anyone else did. I have fans now. People I don’t even know think I am funny.
How do strangers even hear what you say?
Twitter. Facebook.
Strangers see you on Facebook?
Well, not total strangers. But they do on Twitter. And people I don’t know very well. Friends of friends. Someone told me I missed my calling.
Writing things on Facebook that people laugh at isn’t exactly a calling.
Not a very good one, anyway. Maybe they are trying to say that I have a small talent in a very small niche area. That knocks a bit of the good feeling out of it. It’s like I’m the patron saint of knick-knacks instead of mercy or something really awesome.
What’s wrong with knick-knacks?
Can we go back and try this conversation again? I really don’t like the way it’s going.
Sure.
Isn’t it strange how many people think I’m funny now?
Not at all. They are all just realizing how wonderful you are! I have always known.
Better. Thanks for humoring me.
What? It’s pure truth. Cross my heart.
I hope you don’t die.
