I just finished by post for tomorrow's Hometown Photo Shootout on Sound.
I feel (about tomorrow's post) the same way I sometimes do when I am in a business meeting and my compulsion to make a stupid, smartass comment starts working its way up my larynx like a verbal fart. I know I shouldn't say it but the pressure is like gas pain and before you know it I've blurted out something.
In my own defense, it is never totally inappropriate and sometimes even clever. But sometimes it is really just corny and dumb. But it doesn't need to be said in a room full of people in coats and ties who are trying to be serious.
Often it is just really corny. Like tomorrow's shoot.
People around the table stare blankly at me. Sometimes they laugh. Sometimes they just titter politely, particularly if I happen to be the senior manager in the room.
I know that I am a humorous guy. But I also know that it is more than that. Being funny is not a bad addiction but it is an addiction. When I think about it, it stems -- like many things -- from my mother's death when I was six. From that early age onward, I found humor as a way of distancing myself. There is a control aspect to it.
I don't know if that makes sense.