My humor, I admit, is about as clear as a good London fog. But it reflects the murkiness in my mind. Most people do not understand it. I can't blame them for that. As the purveyor of such drivel, I must take responsibility for any lack of perception on the part of my audience. Like the salesman at a used car lot, I must get my "customers" to buy it.
I wrote a piece about being invisible once. It wasn't especially humorous except as I was writing it. Re-reading it today, I realized how poorly it was written. Even found a typo. It didn't adequately describe what it is like to feel invisible in everyday life. I am sure a few people "got" it but most, I think, hardly noticed the underlying joke of a blogger struggling for recognition.
In actuality, I am not struggling for recognition, I am just trying to stay afloat. Which should explain all my thrashing about.
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