If you have ever typed into a search bar, stop mourning the person you were. That person was not burdened by the weight of knowing how much could go wrong.
So, where does it go?
So, what happens when we accept that we might not be as funny as we used to be? When we acknowledge that our humor has changed, or that we've simply lost our funny bone? Does it mean that we're doomed to be humorless for the rest of our lives? I Used to Be Funny