I think it's laugh, but if you wanted to devote your life to being a truly horrible person, I bet you could make a lot of people cry quicker. But that's a disturbing thought.
The Zogby survey I just took asked me this question: "If you could have the Internet wired directly into your head, would you?"
It's a much tougher question if it's a choice between tears and sincere laughter. I get polite chuckles tugged out of me all day long by dull people who probably think they're spreading sunshine with their cliched "humor." Man, I'm full of vinegar. Sadly, though, this question reminded me that Sunday night I attended calling hours for someone whose funeral I was going to be doing the next day. It was a remarkable wake in that the tone was somewhat subdued but generally cheerful. Everybody seemed please to see each other and laugh over fond reminiscence. And I don't think I saw one person cry until I started talking at the end. Then following my prayer there was much sobbing. It might have been a good thing for the family but I felt an inch tall.
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Laugh. Thank goodness.
When I can make a person cry with ease I may have to rethink things...
i just showed your new header to my peeps.
"whoa! when did he become a rapper?" -jen
Tell Jen I am just trying to broaden my appeal to the tweener demographic.
That's a key demographic, you know?
I think laugh, too, but I have a horrible propensity to make people cry.
I am not nearly as nice as Sandy. Or a lot of other people.
Sadly I am both a very witty person, and can also be quite sassy and rude. Therefore I think both come easily to me.
I think it's laugh, but if you wanted to devote your life to being a truly horrible person, I bet you could make a lot of people cry quicker. But that's a disturbing thought.
The Zogby survey I just took asked me this question: "If you could have the Internet wired directly into your head, would you?"
certainly - laugh.
It's a much tougher question if it's a choice between tears and sincere laughter. I get polite chuckles tugged out of me all day long by dull people who probably think they're spreading sunshine with their cliched "humor."
Man, I'm full of vinegar.
Sadly, though, this question reminded me that Sunday night I attended calling hours for someone whose funeral I was going to be doing the next day.
It was a remarkable wake in that the tone was somewhat subdued but generally cheerful. Everybody seemed please to see each other and laugh over fond reminiscence. And I don't think I saw one person cry until I started talking at the end. Then following my prayer there was much sobbing.
It might have been a good thing for the family but I felt an inch tall.
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