Freshman year at Cal Poly, I was chilling in the dorm common room with a friend, talking about another friend from our dorm.
“Oh, he’s such a great guy! He’s so funny,” I said.
“You always say that about people. ‘Ooh, he’s so funny!'” he said.
I sort of stuttered. “Well…I guess…I like people who make me laugh. What’s wrong with that?”
What’s wrong with that, indeed? When I think about my favorite people in the entire world, one thing they pretty much all have in common is that they make me laugh. I can instantly call up memories of us laughing together — making jokes, being goofy or silly, doing something fun and funny.
So if I had to pick a “favorite personality trait,” it’d be sense of humor. (That runs along the same lines as my own.)
I mean, other stuff is important — like honesty, loyalty, being a generally decent human being, a certain level of ambition, some degree of intelligence, a good dose of passion, and so on — but I love to laugh. I love to be around people who love to laugh. A good sense of humor can’t necessarily override other not-desirable traits (I mean, you could be a world-class comedian, but if you spend your free time kicking puppies, I do not like you one bit), but it’d be hard for all the loyalty and intelligence in the world to make up for a serious, dour disposition.