I like to think of myself as a rational, even-minded person, I really do.
However, every once in a while (and far more often than necessary), I run into certain types of people who drive me to distraction… to the point where I hate them and, as a result, almost everyone.
The ‘jerks du jour’ I’d like to discuss are the humourless.
People with NO sense of humour. They don’t laugh. They don’t smile. They take everything seriously. Nothing is funny to them. Even when they know something is meant as a joke, they take an almost perverse pleasure in pretending it was said seriously. They meet every punchline with a blank stare, every rim-shot with a derisive sneer.
When presented with the type of person who wears frivolity like an impenetrable shield, they shake their heads mournfully.
They sap the fun and pleasure out of life.
Not content with being humourless themselves, their mission is to drain the cheerfulness from everyone around them. When they walk into a room, you can almost feel the energy waning. People hang their heads and sigh or groan.
I have no idea why humourless people are the way they are and, frankly, I could not care less.
Someone near and dear to me married a humourless person. When I met the spouse-to-be, I was immediately struck by the fact that the person never smiled, let alone laughed. What kind of person never cracks a smile? The marriage did not last. No one was the least bit surprised.
Humourlessness is, to my way of thinking, a sign of an unhealthy mind and a sick spirit.
Deep inside, I know that this type of person is more to be pitied than censured… but I can’t help it.
I do not feel compassion for them. I do not sympathize with their predicament. My heart does not bleed for them. I do not say to myself, “There, but for the grace of G-d, go I.”
I just hate them.
Thinking about them makes my hair hurt.