I'm addicted to being silly.

I have compulsions. Sudden urges. Things I have to do. Such as acting silly. To bring levity into the moment. To turn a serious conversation into something funny. To be able to laugh at people trying to be serious. Maybe too serious. That especially goes when I’m with my Italian true love. Maybe not so surprising. Because I’m with her most of the time. Even when we’re not together. In body. I’m still with her in spirit. But that’s another matter. For now, I’m talking/writing about my compulsion to be silly. Sometimes, I’m the one that’s being too serious. Other times, it’s my true love. Maybe that’s the danger of human interactions. Taking each other too seriously. And worst of all, taking ourselves too seriously. Not seeing the humor in our situation. In our relationship. I’ve learned to laugh. Every day. Because I have to. I’m compelled. I’m addicted to being silly. Not always. But certainly for a goodly part of the day and night. –Jim Broede