I’m actually almost tired of talking about it, but there was a brief period in my life (ages 24 to 37) when I felt like maybe my destiny was to write 800 word humor essays. I’m not certain I was ever very good at it – at least not in the traditional sense of being “good” wherein people give me money to do it. But, I did it, for a long time, and the whole time I struggled with it because I wanted to say so much more than I was.
I was watching the Dan Patrick show this morning. I’m not a sports guy, but once a year around Fantasy Football Draft time, I pay attention to sports for a week so that I don’t draft anyone that is either injured, or dead. I know Dan Patrick from Sports Center, I think – at least, that’s sort of what comes to mind when I see him. So, I thought it would be interesting to listen to him talk. What I realized while watching is that he was thinking the same thing – that it would be interesting to hear him talk.
But, I guess when people find you entertaining, it’s okay to go on and on. I don’t like to hear myself talk, but I do like to hear myself write, if that makes sense. I take a certain pleasure from putting my opinions down on the page, and once I start, it’s tough to stop. I suppose if I were entertaining, this would be okay. Maybe that was the trouble all along.
In any case, I’m not certain I’ll do humor again, but I’m not closing the door on it quite yet. Therefore, the site Unfocused Content (where I keep stuff like that) is still alive and, if not active, at least breathing. No one can know what tomorrow will bring, and for me it could bring some funny stuff. That’s not the way to bet, but it could happen.
