Seriously, No Joke

The other night while in a group of friends the song Stay, by the exquisite Lisa Loeb came out of an iTunes shuffle. 

“YOU SAID THAT I WAS NAIVE AND….I THOUGHT THAT I WAS WRONG….HEY I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, OOOOOH BUT NOW I KNOW THAT I WAS WRONG….I MISSED YOU!” Or something like that…

Yeah, THAT song.  At first it was a goof that everyone secretly loved and disliked at the same time, but I really do love that song, and her music. 

So I casually said, “I really love her Firecracker album.”  To which I received knee slapping laughter for, and “Oh you’re so funny, here’s all of my money, take it, it’s yours…” 

Okay, maybe things didn’t happen exactly like that, but it happened sort of along those lines.  I was being serious about my liking of Lisa Loeb music, and it was considered a joke. 

I mean, I actually find myself at times walking down a street alone, or on the subway and quietly singing her songs to myself in a falsetto.  I’m not annoyed by myself when I realize that I’m doing it, it’s actually quite nice, for me at least.

I just don’t get it sometimes… I get happenstances like this often enough, and, well, I just don’t know how to properly describe them, but I find them amusing. 

I think it’s definitely the counterbalance to the many times when my humor gets taken wrong and instead of laughter, I receive defensive words to what a person thought was an offensive sentence or two that should have been received as a joke.  Go figure…