I am so bad at jokes, that the last time I attempted to tell one on Facebook, two people messaged me to ask if I was depressed.
Really! I think that takes talent.
The original (and not that funny) joke:
Apparently, I can’t get addicted to coffee, I guess I’ll just have to stick with chocolate, porn and Facebook.
The joke being that the only one I’m really addicted to is Facebook.
But then I realized that it probably wasn’t appropriate to jest about porn addictions since over half my ‘friends’ are church folk for whom this is a serious concern.
So I took out the second half of the sentence. I still thought my failure to become addicted to coffee was amusing, since I’ve tried for a month and still can’t manage to drink a whole cup even once a week.
But then I thought I should give some context as to why I was trying to start a coffee habit in the first place. So I referred to some recent studies talking about the long-term benefits like reduced Alzheimers, coronary heart disease, and depression in women. Of course, correlations are not causations and I wanted to be responsible in sharing information, so I pointed out that it might not be the coffee causing those affects but another factor.
A few minutes later, I had several concerned messages. One suggested I look into counselling and medication, and another told me that ‘helping others’ is a great way to not be sad.
The only thing sad is my ability to tell a joke.