My Sense of Humor is Missing!

I don’t have a sense of humor.  It’s been missing for years.  Once when I was about seventeen or sixteen, I think I had the glimmer of one, but, somehow, it was misplaced.  The sad thing is that it could be hidden or buried in so many places.  When you get as old as I am, a person accumulates a lot of stuff.  There are bags and boxes of stuff everywhere in my house.  I think giggles and grins are hidden in everything.  They are probably mixed in with the books and old clothes that I won’t throw or give away.

In addition to accumulating physical stuff, I have also gone to school for a long time.  My mind is full of stuff and it won’t expand any more.  Most of this stuff is serious and important.  It’s hard to find fun with English rules and math algorithms.  First, I was a student.  I went to a Catholic elementary school and junior high school, St. Catherine’s School.  The teachers were all nuns (Sisters of St. Joseph).  Next, I went to a Catholic high School, also taught by St. Joseph nuns.  I really filled my mind with a lot of stuff in school.

After high school, I went on to college.  I did manage to get away from the nuns. I wanted to become a teacher so that I could share the stuff in my mind with children.  At college, I filled my mind with new, additional stuff.  I hoped that the new stuff would help me share the other stuff or at least organize it so I could find it when I needed it.

Once I started teaching, I thought I was ready to dispense all of my stuff.  I found that teaching young children required that I prioritize the stuff I had in my mind before I could appropriate it.  Some of the stuff was incomplete so I found and added stuff to round it out a bit.

This is getting rather confusing.  I was just writing about my sense of humor.  As usual, I have lost sight of it once again.

I would give anything to get my sense of humor back.  I’m going to search for it and when I find it, I think I’ll clear out a big spot in my life so that I don’t loose it again. J