Caroline, her puppy, and her tattoo, which was apparently self administered while I played the organ at church today. I told her I didn't approve, then asked to take a picture because it was so awesome.
Higgins! Look lively, old chap! Mantis-eating dinosaur at 5 o'clock!
Winnie, don't you know by virtue of being a puppy you are obligated to snuggle with us??
This one never made it to Instagram but if it had, I would've tried to say something funny there, too...as if it was necessary!
I find that's primarily how I use Instagram, dear reader--as an outlet for humor, my own private comedy club. Not that I think I succeed in general, but that doesn't stop me from posting the cheesiest attempts from time to time.
It is a secret and much deferred desire of mine to be funny. I grew up a rather quiet child amidst naturally funny siblings, so I was always left to keep my punchlines to myself, or think them up five minutes after the fact. And this is not to say I consider myself some overlooked comedy genius...I'm not. It's more just to say I have a keen appreciation for humor, for the ways people can bring a smile to my face that doesn't go away for days.
Charles Portis has that effect on me. So does Wes Anderson.
I once delivered a stand-up comedy routine at a church talent show. That, in and of itself (and probably for all the wrong reasons) is pretty funny when you think about it. I mean, that's a pretty tough crowd--a bunch of teetotalling Mormons who probably came expecting to hear me play Pachelbel's Canon on the violin instead. But I tell you, I had them rolling in the aisles once they overcame the shock of realizing I was actually trying to be funny.
That was one of the funniest aspects for me, incidentally, as I think back on it--the twenty second delay on the part of the audience to realize this was an attempt at humor. It reminded me of the times I've been to Thai restaurants with my brother, who speaks that language, and the look of temporary utter incomprehension on the face of the server in being addressed in his/her native tongue by a Caucasian.
I don't know why I'm going on about this, except to say I dearly love when someone makes the small and insignificant attempt to amuse. Like, when it matters enough to do or say something silly for the audience of one. When there is business at hand and serious matters to be considered, when sorrow and sadness abound...in that moment, when someone makes the effort to be funny, to create an unexpected diversion which does not ignore reality but in fact leaves one better equipped to deal with it, that is what I love.
Perhaps weirdly, that's what makes me feel loved, too.