Okay, so here’s the deal.
I only mention it because a couple of folks have mentioned this to me…about me…whatever. It’s been said lately that one of the myriad reasons I should rule the universe is because I make people laugh. I think that’s okay. I think that’s a good reason to rule the universe.
Because there is truth to this: that what you put out into the world comes back to you, and usually it comes back to you magnified threefold. And I’d much prefer to enjoy things (and enjoy not enjoying things, if that makes sense) than have the universe be cross or impatient or grumpity with me. Or sad.
So my friend Jackie said this: “I love hanging out with cenobyte because it doesn’t matter where we go, or what we do, everyone cenobyte talks to, she makes them laugh.” [Ed. Note: not by poking them in the eyes. I have discovered, through trial and error, that poking folks in the eyes does not make them laugh. It makes them very, very irritated. Also, it took me three tries to type ‘trial’. I kept typing ‘trail and error’, which is a different concept entirely.]
My co-worker Double D said, of our recent trip to Ottawa, that he enjoyed traveling with me because wherever we went, I made people happy.
And I’m okay with that. I’m *really* okay with that.
Babies laughing makes the world better: