When I was a little girl, I loved telling riddles and jokes. Comedy was a coping skill I learned at a very young age. However, one of the problems I had was I did not have a plethora of material, so I decided to switch some of my riddles up with different answers.
During my childhood, they had what were called ‘Little Moron’ jokes. I know how totally insensitive that term is but at the time such jokes were quite popular. One of my favorites was:
Why did the little moron throw the clock out the window? He wanted to see time fly.
What I would do is to change them up so it would go something like this:
Why did the little moron throw the clock out the window? He wanted to see butter fly.
Funny? I thought so, but my audience (which usually consisted of my sister and my dad) were not amused. In fact, my dad would say that it wasn’t funny at all because it made no sense. He would say this while I was laughing and giggling, enthralled by just what a comedic genius I was.
I really did not care at the time whether they made sense. I just enjoyed telling my version of a joke.
I also loved ‘Knock, Knock’ jokes and would tell them over and over to anyone willing to listen. Dad was always a willing participant and my sister was as well. But Mother? No way! She would ask:
Why does that child insist on telling the same old tired jokes over and over? I am sick and tired of them!
This did not deter me. In fact, it actually encouraged me to keep going. I would continue to tell my jokes and wait for the raucous laughter from my audience.
Needless to say, my early years spent in comedy came to a screeching halt when I realized some of my peers thought I was a bit weird for making up my own jokes. Their laughter did not follow, so I quickly adjusted and dropped the comedy routine.
I still love a good joke and love to laugh. But today I am just part of the audience, leaving the comedic stage to the professionals.