What makes you laugh?
If you only knew me from my posts, you might think I spend my days brooding dramatically in a dimly lit corner, sighing into the void. Fair. That’s the vibe. But here’s the plot twist: I am, inconveniently, a very happy person.
Like, I laugh at everything. Not refined, polite chuckling either—I’m talking full-on, teenage-boy-level humor. Dumb jokes? Incredible. Bad puns? Life-giving. Someone slipping in a totally non-serious way? I’m gone. It’s honestly a miracle I get anything done between laughing fits.
My friends say I have that same overly cheerful, giggly energy—which feels very on brand for someone who cannot stop laughing at literally nothing.
Which is why it’s funny (to me, obviously) that my online persona feels like it belongs in a rainstorm at all times. I promise, offline me is probably giggling at something completely ridiculous while writing something that sounds emotionally devastating.
Lately, I’ve been obsessed with The Fall and Rise of Reggie Dinkins, which absolutely fuels this contradiction. I love comedy that leans into chaos, and that show delivers in a way that makes my sense of humor feel seen.
So yes, I may sound sad and slightly unhinged online—but in reality, I’m just over here laughing at everything.
