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Pretty much anyone who has watched any family sitcom or movie knows that a lot of the comedy that comes out of things like that is through certain main characters getting frustrated, angry or fed-up with someone or something.

Maybe that’s a little vague. Let me give an example.

Right now Are We There Yet? is on TV, and I’ve been passively watching it. One of the scenes involves the two kids Nick (the main character, played by Ice Cube) is taking care of pretty much stealing his car. They trick him into getting out of the car, then they lock the doors and speed around the parking lot.

Ha-ha, comedic scene. That’s what I want to talk about.

As a side-note, I have nothing against this movie; it just happens to be the most handy example.

I can only assume, and I guess I can understand, that most people find those kinds of things funny. But for some reason, I just don’t. Instead of laughing or just saying “Those silly kids”, I kinda hate them at the moment. As much as if they were doing that kind of stuff to me.

I don’t know why; I just hate them. It’s like I get too attached to the characters or something. I understand their feelings too much.

And I’ve got to say, it really bugs me. I can no longer watch Everybody Loves Raymond comfortably — I admit, it was getting old anyway, but it’s just so annoying now. Every time Marie makes a passing insult at Debra, or every time Debra does something crazy to Ray — like throw a spoonful of brownie mix in his face for making a stupid remark — I just get so angry.

It’s like I’m the victim, like I just got a spoonful of liquid chocolate in my face just for saying something stupid by accident. I mean, imagine if that was you. Imagine if you accidentally said something stupid or insulting (we all have) to a spouse (or friend), and they just gave you this death stare and threw a spoonful of chocolate in your face.

I don’t know about you, but I’d be hella pissed. I mean, that would be totally unnecessary. I’d get so mad, I don’t even know what I’d do to cool off.

So why is this funny on TV? I can understand that things on TV can be funnier than similar things in real life (believe me; I’m a hardcore Seinfeld fan), but I don’t know about this whole anger thing. As far as I know I haven’t met anyone else who has this problem (not that I ask upon meeting someone or anything).

It’s a real burden on a person, relating to a fictional character’s emotions. I go through so many internal mood changes so quickly it’s ridiculous.

What’s weird is that I never show them, though. In fact, sometimes it’s the opposite: I’ve often been accused of looking depressed or angry when I’m just in deep thought.

And I like being in deep thought. Because all the emotions in deep thought are my own.

That, and Deep Thought calculated The Answer.

So I’m sitting here in my chair with a portable house phone by my side. Okay, normal situation — but at very odd intervals, this phone is beeping several times because it is being paged. And this is no soft sound — it BEEPS, and LOUDLY. Understandably, because the page function is meant to assist location of the phone, but still — this is LOUD.

The even stranger part is that I’m the only person home. Nobody’s trying to locate this phone. Now, I’ve got four cats, so I assume one of them is laying down on, playing with, or knocking over the station, but I can’t do a thing about it. You know why? I have no idea where the hell it even is. I don’t have a big house — it’s not terribly small, but I don’t live in a mansion or anything — but I can’t seem to locate this stupid station. Before you think I’m weird for not knowing where my home phone’s charger is, know that it’s probably been moved in the last week or so because of our attempts at cleaning up the house for selling.

In fact, I think it’s an open house today once our realtor gets here, so she’s going to be just showing people around while I’m sitting here trying to do whatever. People are going to be walking into my room and assessing it while I’m just gaming or something. Weird.

Anyways, back to the subject at hand. I’ve given up looking for this mysteriously-located phone station, because the more I do the more my feet get wet from our carpet, which was shampooed yesterday for the same reason mentioned above. So I’ve confined myself to just sitting in my chair with my legs pulled up; my own little island in the sea of wet carpet that is my house.

I’ll finish off this entry with a thoughtful comic I worked on for like five minutes a number of months ago, and just today decided to finish off. I know the trophy sucks, I know the white background looks horrible on this page, and I know it’s not funny (it’s not supposed to be). I just needed to finish this and get some feel of completion for myself.

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