This morning, I set out with noble intent: to laugh.
Armed with a steaming mug of hot chocolate and high hopes, I turned to the tried and true—Peanuts, Garfield, and even that mysterious humor known as “Garfunkel.” Sadly, none delivered. The punchlines felt like tofu: technically there, but missing any flavor of joy. I asked myself the question many of us fear:
Have I lost my sense of humor?
Before I could spiral too far into self-reflection, two uninvited guests began circling my head: a pair of flies with more energy than caffeine and more persistence than a toddler at bedtime. I waved them away like a low-budget Jedi, but they returned again and again—performing a synchronized ballet above my forehead as if I were the opening act to their comedy tour.
And maybe that’s where the joke was all along.
These flies, I realized, were funnier than the comics. Relentless. Ridiculous. Rebellious. I could either be annoyed—or entertained. So I named them. One became Buzz Aldrin (for obvious reasons), the other Lord of the Wings. And suddenly, I found myself chuckling.
But humor doesn’t always arrive with a joke. Sometimes it shows up disguised as interruption, as absurdity, or in AI-generated puns that are so bad they border on criminal:
AI Humor Break:
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What’s a fly’s favorite dance? The buzz-step.
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I tried writing a blog post on joy, but it was swarmed by edits and two insects with performance anxiety.
Why Does This Matter?
Because laughter is more than a reaction—it’s a release.
In a world swirling with real burdens, politics, news alerts, and unmet expectations, laughter is the pressure valve that keeps the soul from exploding. It reminds us we’re human. That joy, however small, is worth pursuing—even if it’s through the antics of airborne intruders or digital jokes generated by a machine who never even learned knock-knock protocol.
So today, I encourage you:
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Name your flies.
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Laugh when the toast lands jelly-side down.
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Let a groan-worthy pun remind you you’re still alive and able to groan.
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And when the world is too serious, be the one who carries a bit of nonsense like a lantern in the dark.
Closing Thought:
“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” – Proverbs 17:22
May your heart be cheerful today—even if it takes two ridiculous flies and a few puns to get there.
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