A Noticed Change In Me

I hardly ever blog anymore.  For a while I thought it was because I spent too much time on Twitter, but then I noticed I hardly ever tweet anymore.  I thought facebook may be the problem.  I do spend quite a bit of time on there interacting with my friends, but I think it's actually apathy.

Yep, apparently I don't really care anymore.

I don't really draw cartoons anymore either. I also noticed I can't think back to the last time I found anything genuinely funny. You know like side-splitting laugh until your belly hurts funny.

I remember times like that. I can recall just a few years ago driving home and Russ Martin was on a tear about something and I thought I was going to wreck because I had tears streaming down my face and couldn't see the road.

Nothing...

I remember how old Richard Pryor records used to make be die laughing. He could make anything funny.

I miss that.

I don't draw, because I'll sketch ideas out and then come back to finish the roughs and ink them and they just aren't funny anymore.  I think, why bother?  It's a lot of work for a joke that is going to bomb.

My kids still enjoy coloring things I draw for them.  I just never get to it anymore.

I'm trying to decide if this is depression or not.  It looks like it may be, but I don't feel depressed.  I just don't really feel right now.

Maybe I can find an old Richard Pryor routine this afternoon and get some laughs.  I'd like that.