Yes I am over 60! I still have a sense of humour, so I can have a sense of humour failure!
I think the rest of the World has had a sense of humour Failure too...
Mine was over my Masda MX5. I spent out to have a respray. Lovely looking job, although a year on and with less than 300 miles extra on the clock all has not gone well.
Day one. I parked it on the drive and my Husband reversed into it and smashed the number plate mount. Yikes. I had a sense of humour failure.
I put it in the garage to winter it, and had a flat battery. I got a good Mechanic to turn up with the jump lead machine and start it. I said shall I reverse it out of the Garage. 'Non'. (A French Mechanic). He scraped off the paint on the front skirt! Ouch....
Then I got the lovely Sppedwell home. The auto choke raced on me and I managed to reverse to fast and broke the downpipe on our house! The car is fine apart from a nasty scratch to the rear wheel arch. A bill for the downpipe. Keeps people busy and paid I suppose!
My inherent soothsayers almanac says bad luck comes in threes. So it took over a year to get to number three, I may look to getting the scuffs done.
Why only three hundred miles? I accidentally pulled my left shoulder out of its socket, thankfully it relocated itself. It took six months to get over the injury and be able to use the gear shift! Hence the flat battery. No I didn't take the battery off. It would still be flat and dead.
Pretty much like Brexit, either a good idea or a non starter!
I still agonise over what I would vote in a referendum if I was asked today. I would like to see what another three months of European Politics would turn up under the stone the Brexit vote managed to turn over. I have to say I am on the fence right now.
I would vote Brexit if I was just English. I would vote Bremain if I was Just Irish, Scottish, or Welsh. But I think my Heritage comes from Great Britain. I am now Jersey, and don't have a vote.
Which is annoying because it's like watching someone eat an ice cream you bought for yourself, and it was the last ice cream and they won't share. I like my own ice cream anyway. I have to make it with maple syrup rather than sugar as I am sugar intolerant along with Potatoes and large Pasta. And all sorts of snacks that go with a drinky poo.
Well, I suppose I am beginning to get over the first few months of Aripriprazole, and I think I am beginning to feel a bit like myself. But better than I used to.
I keep saying something is missing but I can't explain what it is. I am not missing what it is any longer.
The main thing is I am rested. I miss being on a hot line to God, but I can't live like that all the time. It's not Human.
A bit like the sense of humour Failure. You have to have one in the first place, to know what it is when it fails you. Still, having a sense of humour, or knowing who God is doesnt' fail. It gets knocked sideways with either a serious dent in some expensive paintwork, or a reading failure in the Bible department.
I only have to read the last chapters of Job to remind me who God is!
Enjoy your next dent, or sense of humour failure, but most of all read the book of Job. Brilliant to get to know who God describes himself as... and find the grace to forgive your friends when they let you down.
Have a stunning day restoring yourself, and everything around you tomorrow. Feel very blessed in Christ Jesus, or read Marks Gospel if you dont.
Good Grief. It's taken three months to get over i-pad addicion!
The next Bummer is that I can;t watch TV. I tried warching Joanna Lumley on the Silk Road. I feel dizzy and drunk. Disorientated. My Neurons have gone berzerk. No more TV either. I don't normally watch TV either. I feel sickly! Back to sewing then! Watching it was wonderful. Too much to take in. I love the idea of the fast trains so much. I just need to see it all for myself.
Hope anyone reading this gets over any addictions painlessly.