I'm looking for laughing people.

I spend lots of time laughing. About much of what I write. Because I think it's funny. Some of you may not see the humor. That's all right. That, in itself, makes me laugh. Because it's funny when I see some of you taking very seriously something intended to be funny. Or when you jump to weird conclusions over one of my statements. As if it's a personal attack on you. By golly, words can be interpreted in so many ways. Serious ways. Not so serious ways. Often, there can be double meanings. And you've got to guess which one is correct. Really, for the most part, we don't even know each other. So we're guessing. Making assumptions. Some right. Some wrong. I presume that most people reading my broodings just let it go. Don't bother to let my observations affect them one way or another. They might be amused. Or curious. Many of 'em might never come back to my broodings. But those of you that do, why? Especially those of you that submit a comment or two. Recently, one of you suggested that I'm trying to get under people's skin. Well, that's one way of putting it. But there's more to it. Rather, I'm looking for people that know how to laugh. And don't get bothered by what I have to say. --Jim Broede