The general idea of my essay so far is that I have never seen myself as anything special, and that my teenage years were a drab existence. The turning point, I suppose, is growing up in general, and realizing that my life will go by one way or the other so I might as well start living it. At that point, I started learning how to live for myself, rather than others.
I feel like my humor is very…dry, self-deprecating, and sometimes morbid. That’s who I am, but I feel that’s not what others want to read. I also think that my ‘premise’ is too general, and that I need a focus. I’m thinking my dad, my mom, or the fact that I’m a transfer.
Do you guys think there is a limit to humor?
