Something happened during the facebook comp yesterday. Something I wasn’t expecting. When people promote the giveaway, they often say stuff about your blog. About you. I was expecting that. And then Tina had to go and stuff everything up and say I was funny. Funnier perhaps than she. I know, shocked gasps, right! No one is actually going to believe that, but you know, THANKS.
But geeeez, the pressure.
And the thought lingered in my head as I sat down to write this post. Funny. How do I make sure the people that followed Tina’s recommendation find me funny. Straight away. Right now. I have to make sure I get ’em before they decide that Tina’s judgement was obviously off that day and maybe they’d just skip this all together…
Oh goodness, the pressure.
Now I had to be funny AND make sure they liked me. I’ve never been very good at MAKING people like me. The people that like me do for their own strange reasons. Something outside of me, I am sure. Something that speaks to them. I assume it’s the general goofiness of me. But heck. Who knows..?
Great, this is excellent. Grrr, the pressure.
Now I had to be funny, make people like me AND figure out why the people that DO like me are doing that so I can replicate it. And all of this before I have written a word of an actual post. Thanks brain. Way to fail me when the pressure is on. This never happens to me. I’m notoriously cool under pressure.
Like the time my cousin cut his hand open and I patched him up, got him to the adults, gave directions {orders?} and generally saved the day. And all BEFORE I threw up from the sight of all the blood. At that stage, I was sure I was going to be a doctor. Do something noble and worthy with my life. Something to utilise this cool under pressure thing I had.
Lucky that didn’t work out. It turns out, it was entirely based on a false assumption…
Now. Errr. What were we talking about…? Me. Being funny. Something like that. Point totally lost. *checks title* Yup how to be funny… Well, short version, stuffs me.
Suger 
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