….a dealer?
Deep breath. Yes, I’m a dealer, a pusher, but traffic solely in small amounts. Dollops, actually.
Mostly, just a single dollop ….
Well, ok, maybe two dollops.
Dollop? Dollops?
Admittedly, every chance I get, a dollop here, a dollop (or two) there. Throughout the day. My habit of choice.
Oh, no! Really? How could you?!
How could I? What a silly question. I like getting people high.
High, but on what? Come on. Come clean.
On humor.
Now that we’ve established WHAT we’re talking about, WHY are we talking about it?
Great question. Why are we talking about humor? To be specific, we’re talking about my use of humor, my constant use of humor. Am I in danger of becoming a wise ass, a query I’ve been posing to myself lately?
Is my constant employment of humor, in interactions, taking me into wise ass territory? You know, the kind of person who deflects serious conversation, acts like the life of the party, telling jokes, funny non-stop, and all in place of real social or personal connection?
Oh, please, not me! Sooo not me!
If not you, why the heck are you constantly doling out humor? I mean, constantly.
Ah, the real question! Bingo!
The big reveal. (Will you still like me?) I’m an endorphin dealer. Or more, succinctly, a small-time purveyor of light and aliveness to others.
Totally lost, here….
I love seeing people’s eyes light up in brief social interactions. Those little-bitty dollops of humor can transform someone’s glassy-stare to sudden re-engagement with, you got it, life! A formerly, vacant-eyed, human shows signs of waking up, even if only minimally. Hey, I’ll take it. Dealing in endorphins is, well, addictive!
More coming at you! Dollops of humor increase the production of our brain’s friendly hormones. You know, those happy endorphins beginning to peek out of their shadowed corners after experiencing a dollop from dealers like us. I don’t mean to crow or anything (oh, sure!), there’s, yet, another perk to being a dealer. Ta dah! Endorphins contribute to feeling calm and happy, improving mood and (I love this one) reducing anxiety. Total fan of reducing life’s anxieties. No running from the law because we’re purveyors of wake-up magic. None. Whew!
Finally, returning to the initial concern about my, possible, transition into the wise ass realm due to my humor onslaught. Just give it a rest, please! Don’t you have better things to do? Get out there and deal!
YESSSSS. How absolutely awesome to be the reason someone smiles today! Keep up the good work!