Humour. Humour is what makes me me. Or shall I say my particular humour leaning is what makes me me. You see, I like weird or slightly warped kind of humour. For instance, I was reading a writing prompt the other day. When I saw this prompt: Write about a person who gave you encouragement or encouraged you in some tremendous way. Other people were writing how this or that person helped them, said something that encouraged them to do something but my mind was thinking something totally warped. I had this person in my mind that was bad, evil and cruel to say the least, doing things that should discouraged me from whatever I wanted to do. But in some opposite way propelled me positively to do things that was totally not according to what the cruel act was meant to achieve. Like a cruel act of teasing made me better myself. Or an act that was meant to humiliate resulted in goading me to achieve or do things I'd never thought I could, or had the courage to, do if this cruel act was not committed. Strange, huh?
This really made me think that my warped sense of seeing humour in the worst sort of circumstances is what makes me me.
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