I have an obsession. I try to be humourous during conversations. Not every now and then, but at all times.In the lack of opportunity to be so, I make a fool of myself. I try to make up a joke involving myself. I male up a story to make others laugh. I may have never done that or someone might have narrated it to me. But I always re-tell it in the first person to amuse others. I have never cared for what impression that it would leave of me, on them.
I begin to realize that it is a wrong approach. I explore deep inside. I travel far inside and find the cause. INSECURITY.
But can I ever change?
This I write when I am high on alcohol.