Before "Karen" had a name, I had an inside joke I used to say all the time with M. Whenever I or he complained about something trivial or first-world-problemy in the grand scheme of life, I'd do my best impression of a spoiled rich white girl having a meltdown and shriek in my most nasally valley girl voice with as much self pity as possible :
"EGG NOG IS SEASONAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!"
You have to yell it, for the full effect. I say it whenever I'm out of an ingredient. It's cathartic.
Well guess what, egg nog season is here bitches!
I'm actually neutral about egg nog, it just makes me laugh, because all egg nog related holidays are over-hyped. And the pumpkin spice jokes have already been done. I take it one step further, by exposing the privilege in complaining about petty things. I also use it to mock myself when I catch my inner dialogue being annoyed by something that doesn't fucking matter.
My psychologist friend said humor is a healthy coping mechanism. Good comedians are natural psychologists. Funny people analyze the shit out of things, while simultaneously realizing the absurdity of it all. I rarely release negative emotions outwardly like emotionally immature assholes other people do, so it comes out in the form of humor. I also use humor to lighten the mood when someone else's tension makes me anxious and I'm trying to encourage them to calm the fuck down. Sometimes I just can't take anything seriously anymore, including myself.
I hate when I'm so deadpan that someone thinks I'm serious, and they say "I don't know why that made me laugh." Or worse, when they misread my dramatic performance as real and display empathy in the wrong situation. That happened once, it was awkward. I didn't even try to explain to him that I was being fucking ironic, I just let him think I'm crazy. That in itself is kind of funny.
I also do a highly specific impression of a retired elderly woman in Florida with a thick New York accent who isn't very cultured and doesn't care much for travel outside the U.S. and probably voted for Trump. I made a travel buddy laugh a lot with that impression, but she inaccurately psychoanalyzed that this character was a REAL facet of my personality. I was like ... damn, my acting abilities must be REALLY convincing lol. The fictional character is in fact directly based on real people I have met who don't travel and who don't understand why people like me love travel so much. Such as said-travel-buddy who couldn't even handle first world fucking EUROPE because she couldn't survive without her Dr. Pepper and her American ice cubes. Lol. The humanity! ... "EGG NOG IS SEASONAL!!"
I am in the wrong country. Everyone is so ignorant and unfunny. Help me.
7:28 a.m. - 2020-11-25