One of my college roommates over a summer once claimed that I was the funniest person he’d ever met.”
Without missing a beat, I quipped back: “You should try meeting more people.”
And he laughed, again.
I’m not that funny.
I’ve just learned to fine tune humor as a coping mechanism to overcome social tension and stress.
Isn’t that why everyone does it? Like, if I were on stage all of a sudden at a comedy club, I’d start telling jokes too to ease that awkward tension.
The problem though, is that some people think I’m fun.
The Life Autistic is a weird amalgam of people perceiving your actions as your attributes, for better or for worse:
“Oh, you use big words – you must be an intelligent showoff.”
“Oh, you remember a lot of details, you must be incredibly smart.”
“Oh, you’re kind of blunt – you must be a mean, critical person.”
“Oh, you have a knack for making people laugh — you must be a fun guy to be around.”
Some of that could be true?
But you’ll find me out pretty quick, even through the jokes — Hunter is usually funny, but rarely fun.
I’m not the life of any party. I’m the last with any good suggestions for a night out, unless it’s “out cold and asleep.” Even on my bravest days I’ll suggest activities, trips, events, all while just taking it in a moment at a time, kinda quiet, hoping that others will bring the energy.
And many of us can be that way too.
Fun is a state of being and manner of expression; funny is a plotted thing, built on experience, tropes, observations, deployments of things we know a normal human would find funny after years of study.
Funny how that works.