The sixth sense: a sense of humor

I often wonder if maybe I have either a sick sense of humor or a sixth sense of humor. I know you are wondering the difference, so let me explain as I am sure you are riveted and wanting to know: a sick sense of humor isn't necessarily one that is centered around gross or dark stuff, just that you make fun of stuff or see humor in things that some people don't, so they give you a look that says clearly, "I don't get you. Please walk away."

A sixth sense of humor is that sort of wit that is intuitive and whereas some people don't get it, those paying attention do.

I suspect that sadly, mine is the first of the two: sick. Take for instance the Kittyville hat. I thought that was absolutely hilarious given my fear of being pigeon-holed as the Cat Lady, given that I once received a sweater covered in cats for Christmas and had to fake excitement and given that I am a full-fledged adult (whether I like it or not) and most such people don't wear hats with ears. See, that's funny to me.

I brought the fair hat with me to show a few people. My friend was nearly in tears laughing. Everyone else, however, looked at me as if I was insane and would soon drop to the floor, roll around and meow. They just stood there and one even said, "What is that?"

I wanted to scream, "Loosen up. It's a kitty hat, can't you see?" Instead I said, "Look at the workmanship?" (Another attempt at my sick humor, distract them.)

I slinked back to my office and pulled the hat out of my bag and giggled. Maybe I was sick, but I was happy.