Being Amused

I fully admit to being easily amused. A paper bag blowing down the street, the chickens chasing a bug, the porcupine making foolish faces at me… Occasionally, I feel like people don’t understand why I find so many things funny, and why I actually laugh out loud, at what might only produce a small smile on most people’s faces. I guess it’s the balance for how easily I cry.

Recently, just for a short while, I fought being easily amused. “Chill out” I told myself, “it’s not THAT funny.” But you know what? I like this part of me. I’ll keep it.