The 6 Month Veneer
I previously thought that I got bored after six months. It applied to new jobs and girlfriends, and probably a whole host of other things where I wasn’t looking for a pattern. More recently I started to suspect that that’s when things got harder, that the job started having expectations of me, or the girlfriend and I would start to tackle harder topics. And while that may have been true, the real problem is that I run out of jokes after six months.
I was sitting at my desk today wondering why my buddy Matt and I haven’t been getting along as well as we did. I wondered why we don’t joke as much. And I thought “I should tell a joke, lighten the mood”, but I couldn’t think of one that I hadn’t told a million times. It was then that I realized it wasn’t just my joke supply, but I think my charm, my wit has a six month shelf life. Then it begins to lose it’s potency. The people in my life that stick around beyond those six months are the ones who must have found something else in me they like. Interesting.