Where did my Funnies go?

It's been a long time since I wrote a more-funny-than-usual post. In fact, I can't seem to make fun of situations... b/c I am actually happy - not that I wasn't happy before... but now, I'm just contently happy. Wow... that doesn't sound happy at all. In fact, it seems that we must be ecstatically happy, or not happy at all, but contently happy is good. It's stable and slightly predictable and it allows us to really enjoy the ride. Bring on the C-happy!

Here's the paradox in funnies, in order to be funny the 'funnies' have to be witty, sad, tragic, mean spirited, negative and/or make fun, in any combination, of the aforementioned; possibly adding a hint of other 'stuff' I've forgotten to mention.  

However, despite this oxymoron... I have found something rather amusing in the last couple of weeks - and no, it's not people on the freeway. It's Politics! Oh god no! Even I know not to go there... it's, it's the fact that the more positive thinking I try to do, the less I can make fun of people. Though this may not sound funny, it actually is! It requires tremendous amounts of energy to dedicate mean spirited thoughts to any given subject/individual. Not to mention the possible retaliation one must be prepared for. In fact, ignoring it is much easier and possibly even selfish; it boils down to: I just don't care - now there is a funny remnant. Ok... so maybe it's not that I don't care... but then where did my funnies go? Somehow I feel like this is ominous... is this C-happy here to stay? Have I completely lost my witticism? Ah! ghastly thought and yet it's a catch 22, so long as you miss your funnies, they are not gone for sure.

Here's a catch 22 quote:

" He (Yossarian) had decided to live forever or die in the attempt"