Humor is a Cheesecake
It was 1997. My face was covered in blueberries, their sauce, globs of cheesecake, and a huge smile. There was what was left of a slice of blueberry cheesecake on my bib. I had a fork and a knife in front of me. Neither had been used. But what would you expect from a one-year-old? It was my birthday, and I had tasted, with much gusto, my first cheesecake. The rest of the pastry, or cake, or large moist-delicious thingy, or whatever you call the cheesecake as a whole, was being divvied out to the attendants at my party. It was very memorable. Of course, I’m talking about the cheesecake, not the party. It wasn’t all eaten, that large moist-delicious thingy. We saved it for later, my family and I picking at it, savoring its taste, texture, and all that blueberry sauce.
That’s how I treat a cheesecake. I take the majority of it to eat for now, but save the rest for later. Nibble here and there, every now and then. I don’t just eat it in a hurry and then forget about it after that wonderful feeling in my mouth and tummy has passed, not at all! I keep it with me, holding it close to my soul… no. That’s not right. I hold it close to my mouth and tummy. But yes, I do cherish it. Just like how I cherish the laughter and smiles of me and my friends.
I love to laugh and make others laugh just as much as I love cheesecake. Humor plays a large role in my life; it is who I am. I hold on to all the humorous things I experience, and I love them and their memories and laughter and joy. I try to recall jokes I’ve heard and told, and I laugh. Very loudly. Even when I’m at a very serious thing, like a Bat Mitzvah, and I recall humor from when I was much smaller, I laugh. The feeling I get from laughter and humor is something I try to savor, something I try to enjoy as much as possible. Like a cheesecake.
I believe that humor is something that should be cherished, celebrated, and shared with others as if it were a large, moist, delicious cheesecake; covered in blueberry sauce. Like cheesecake, humor should be enjoyed as much as possible. Leaving some for later, to laugh over, here and there, every now and then. I do this, and I laugh at things so old, it was almost four years ago that I last laughed about them. To me, humor is something to cherish, but unlike cheesecake, it never gets stale.
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