I would like to be a humorous writer. I have found, however, that my attempts at humor fall short of being funny.
I am a nice person. an intelligent person. a creative person. at times I can be a tiny bit witty. But never funny.
My son is funny. So I can produce something humorous.
I can think of funny things in my head, but when I try to express them, they don’t sound all that funny.
maybe I used to be more funny, but life has been beating me down the last couple of years. maybe it is hard to be funny when you are depressed?