Isn’t it strange?<\/p>\n
What?<\/p>\n
How people think I’m funny now. <\/p>\n
Peculiar? Is that bad? You’re always making fun of “normal people.”<\/p>\n
No, not funny strange. Funny like a comedian. <\/p>\n
You *are* funny. You’ve always been funny. <\/p>\n
But nobody used to think so. <\/p>\n
Nobody?<\/p>\n
Only a few people. The ones I wasn’t afraid to talk to. They always thought I was funny. <\/p>\n
Because you are. <\/p>\n
Yeah, but why does everyone notice now? They didn’t used to. <\/p>\n
I did. <\/p>\n
But hardly anyone else did. I have fans now. People I don’t even know think I am funny.<\/p>\n
How do strangers even hear what you say?<\/p>\n
Twitter. Facebook. <\/p>\n
Strangers see you on Facebook?<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
Writing things on Facebook that people laugh at isn’t exactly a calling. <\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
What’s wrong with knick-knacks?<\/p>\n
Can we go back and try this conversation again? I really don’t like the way it’s going. <\/p>\n
Sure. <\/p>\n
Isn’t it strange how many people think I’m funny now?<\/p>\n
Not at all. They are all just realizing how wonderful you are! I have always known. <\/p>\n
Better. Thanks for humoring me. <\/p>\n
What? It’s pure truth. Cross my heart. <\/p>\n
I hope you don’t die.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"