There are times when I miss Robin Williams. There also moments, that I can personally relate to the guy, even to some point feel his pain. Robin and I are kindred spirits in one sense.
The pressure to be “on all the time” to say or do something amusing. The uncontrollable desire to make someone laugh, being able to relate to the dark world of depression. The simple fact that it is not easy being a comedian or the class clown in life.
Robin Williams illustrated that very well in his professional and personal life and I know where it was that he was coming from.
Had a fellow walk up to me one time, someone I had never in my life met, and he said: “Say something funny.” Which sort of threw me a curveball, wasn’t expecting that at all. Now and then I have to struggle in this old world, just to find something amusing, as bad as times seem to be.
If you desire humor in your life, I mean truly want it. Just look at yourself, look at your family, it is all around you. This has certainly been the case all my life.
Take this morning for instance, it happened to me again, and I can truthfully say I wasn’t even trying. You may or may not find this amusing, I sure did. Have you seen these boxes of hot chocolate mix with the little singular packages inside?
After giving up coffee a month or so back, I replaced it with hot chocolate. Each morning or evening, as the case may be, I have a cup of delicious sweet hot chocolate.
Here is the rub … One of the drawbacks.
Now and then, as you rip one package open, it will stick together, you know what I mean? I hate that. This morning, it stuck together, and because I am often a dumb a** … I looked down at it, brought it up close to my mouth, and blew into it (to open the stuck bag) with some well applied force I might add. Adding, that I did this with absolutely no forethought in the matter.
This exercise in stupidity in turn opened the bag AND AT THE SAME TIME deposited on my forehead and face, a delicious brown powder (the contents of the bag).
About that time Cup Cake (my wife) came walking into her culinary sanctuary where men are not allowed only to confront this new brown-faced menace standing in her kitchen.
She exclaimed “Oh good Gawd, what in the world have you done?”
Through closed eyes, I turned in the direction of her voice and I just said … “Don’t ask.”
Like I said, “if you want humor in your life, you just have to look around.” At our house, it will surround you most any day of the week.
Robin, I miss you man.