Will Your Funny Bone Die if you Fix Yourself?

I’ve lost my drive to write humor. Is it because I’m in recovery or that I’m not funny?

The cornerstone of my sense of humor is hating myself. Beating the shit out of myself. Self-deprecation, I think they call it. I don’t know; words are hard.

God, I love self-deprecating humor. In fact, I wrote a helpful article on how to be a top writer in this category. Click this link to learn how!

Now I’ve run into a bit of a challenge. I’ve been sober and in recovery for almost nine months now, and I’ve lost my edge with humor. Or maybe I’m just not that funny unless I’m a fucking disaster. I wrote recently how there were times in my hangover recovery that I felt invincible, and had an almost manic level of energy. It would be enough to write something funny before I crashed again. I don’t have that anymore, but, damn, I miss writing humor. Writing humor, though — any writing — is one of those things you can’t really force.

And then I wonder if I was ever funny, or if I was just entertaining myself. There is a list of articles I’ve written on my profile page called “I Think I’m Funny.” When I look at that collection, I see some funny things. Maybe its only real purpose is to make me laugh.