I went to Craig Ferguson tonight.

It was the first stand up show I had ever been to.

Of course, I laughed uncontrollably most of the night.

However, something odd happened when I left. I felt this empty feeling. A this wasn’t worth it sort of feeling.

I don’t know if it had anything to do with the amount of dirty jokes and that I sat beside my mother or if seeing him at the taping of his show made the second less exciting.

My third idea is probably the least likely. I simply feel like I have become more cynical in the past year. Or maybe more analytical. Either way, I can no longer just laugh at something. I have to think about why I find it funny and why others find it funny.

I catch myself only really laughing at the political or historical jokes.

I consider wording and attempt to decider a joke’s origin.

I think.

And I do it far too often.