~Wit and Words~

There are times when I wish I were not me. Oh, don't get me wrong, I like the ME that I am...I just wish that I had the ability to be witty in speech and writing. I have relatives who can simply utter a few words and have people laughing. I am not such a person. I have always admired the person who can think quickly on their feet or merely have this storehouse of wit in their brain. I am not even sure I have a micro bit of wit.

When I was a teen, I used to have to preface my "funnies" with, "this is a joke," in order for people to realize it was supposed to be humorous. I suppose I just gave up on prefacing and even gave up on trying to be witty. 

I grew up with wit. My dad was full of wit, my uncles, my cousin, and then even my own son has that built in wit. All of them of the male gender. I am beginning to think it is a male brain thing. Well, in my family anyhow. That "wit gene" never entered my body. 

Perhaps it has to do with that testosterone wash that happens to that male brain inside the womb. That wash is to wash over the right side of the brain...that side that is the more communicative parts. That HAS to be it! The testosterone washes over the main part of communication leaving the witty part free...free to produce the witticism. YES! That HAS to be it. Well, for the male people in my family anyhow.

That all makes sense now. Okay, so it isn't a gene thing...it is that it never got washed out of the male brain. My witty male relatives have all been washed out. They are left with a remnant...the wit and "think on your feet" remnant. So, now I sit here grinning because I am not a washout. Oh, please know that I am in no way claiming this as proven scientifically...although I DO know that there IS a testosterone wash in the male brain on the right side. 

So, I will accept who I am...a lady who is not washed out. A lady who has witty male relatives to rely on for humor and laughs. I will accept my brain as it is...it has been through a lot with me...we got rid of that brain tumor in 2012 leaving me a little messy gel-blob spot and chemo did some sort of something or other to it. At least I know that neither the brain surgery nor the chemo killed off my wit...as it was never prominent because it was not the main thing left on the right side of my brain...that wordy communication side.

I was blessed with words! WORDS!!! I love words! I will accept that my wit is nearly "invisible" but I have WORDS! I love to write! I love to communicate! Sometimes I do begin communicating in the middle of my thought but soon whoever I am conversing with catches on! I am brief in my wording! I get to the point and don't waste time doing so. Who needs wit when one has WORDS that simply express and carry on in writing!...and sometimes carry on in  my chattiness. Words can be quiet and soft or they can be very pronounced and edgy. Don't be silly. I know one with wit uses words to express but their words are wit and wit alone. Words, the words I choose are selective...chosen...hopefully capturing. Ah WORDS! Communication! Oh to grasp another's mind!