Please God, Make Me Understand

Sometimes I just don't understand the difference between people and their senses of humor. I know that personally I am kind of a humor sponge. The minor differences in people's sarcasm are noted and accomodated for when I am talking to different people. Some people like to make up imaginary drastic scenarios and kind of improve when talking to people. Other's use cynical sarcasm and still others prefer witty banter. I understand the differences between these people, but what about the people who don't understand sarcasm at all? My mother is a case in point. She is starting to understand sarcasm after all these years for really, the first time. She is amazingly proud of herself when she is able to sense that my dad and I are going off on some ridiculous tangent involving Top Gun and will say something to the effect of, "Stop that! You guys are just so silly," in her cute little Mom voice she has. But when it comes to her making jokes, she is completely unable to put sarcasm in there. When she tries it is usually unsuccessful. The other day the neighbor girls came over and looked for dolls to play with. My mom who is so sweet allowed them to pick out toys. One of the things I love about kids between the ages of 10 and 14 is the way you can see them quite literally building their abilities to use sarcsasm. One of these girls had a more developed sense of sarcasm than my mother! She could'nt use it correctly to save her life but she pretty much understood the few minor inflections I threw into my voice and even attempted to copy them during our next conversation. Or take for insance and old aquaintance of mine from church, Dan. He facebooked me the other day and right now I have this weird facebook profile up where I am pretending to be some sort of gangsta. To anyone who knows me remotely at all, I feel it should be perfectly obvious that the profile is a fake, but he sent me an honest facebook message about how he would like to get to know me but I am "a little different than he remembers me." I don't feel so condescension toward this person so much as awe and confusion about the inner workings of his mind. I know that the inability to understand sarcasm doesn't necessarily mean the inability to think or that someone is stupid, but so often they seem to go together. Are these people just really adept at thinking some way that other people are not? Asburgers (how do i spell that?) syndrome aside, I just can't understand it and it blows my mind that there are grown ups that can watch south park or seinfeld or arrested development and not understand the humor or see a humor entirely different than what I see.
That was a definate tangent. Anyway, as for my life this week, it is nice to finally have a job. It isn't nearly as difficult as the trainers made it seem and its nice to be making money although I am not making nearly as much in tips as I was hoping. Still looking for that lucky 10,000 tip..... With friends everything is going ok. My friend I have been trying to cut some ties with and I (that was a terrible sentence structure) had a good talk today and I hope will have another one tonight. He asked me why I didn't like hanging out with him anymore and I had to give some logical reasons. In the face of the person its much harder to think of good things to "complain" about. Lets see. B for boy is going pretty well. I am more pissed at myself than ever that I let myself get as involved with him as I am and I am kinda hitting my head on a brick wall every chance I get to be alone with a brick wall (which is often). Ok, maybe not and maybe I'm not sorry, I am and I am not. I am not sorry to feel amazing inside again for the first time in a while, I am sorry that it took getting so emotionally involved with someone who wont be there in the future for me to feel that way again. I won't know the price or what it was worth till later but I am praying pretty hard that I come out on top of it. Not of him, just come out with good control of my feelings. I don't wanna spend the first 6 weeks of the fall patching them up and ruining a brain that could be focusing on the colors of the leaves, the smells in the air and all the glorious crunchy leaf stepping options. WOOOOHOOOOOO!! KKKKK Time to go get high and eat some bad for me food. Oh and B came to my workout class the other day which I realllly appreciated and it was crazy that he came through all that traffic just to come to it. It went ok, could have been better but I was pretty happy with the fact that I could be doing something I love and have a boy I am interested be able to see it. Kinda rare since I don't love a lot of things and when I play rugby I am too busy trying not to die to enjoy that they enjoy it.
Ok, time to go get high and eat things for real this time.
Damn it feels good to be a ganster.