This morning, I woke up to the very insight I needed. After five months of doing whatever it is that we've been doing, I realized that The Doctor and I just don't work, and I know exactly why. I'm not worried about our lack of definition (it was perfect for me at that moment) or our age difference (17 years, for the record) or the fifty minute drive to see each other (it was a nice buffer). I realized--are you ready for this?--that he's just not funny.
I've been playing our moments of shared laughter through my head. We did laugh together, but, for the most part, the film of our time together is just. so. serious. When I laughed at him, I was pretending to be amused by him, and the most I ever got from him was a chuckle. Sick.
A lack of humor is so very tragic. Good thing this story has a happy ending. For some reason, I also think it's very, very funny.
5 comments:
LOL....how boring ;)
Your laugh is a terrible thing to waste.
I miss it! :)
I love you two :) Many of my most vivid memories of belly laughter are with one of you.
P.S. When he texted me today, I just started laughing because I was thinking, "You're not even funny." Poor sucker ;)
You made me laugh :).
So... what is the happy ending?
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