The Importance Of Being Ernest

I would like to use this forum to come out of the closet about something that I have been keeping secret for about seventeen or so years now. It is not my intention to cause a big scene about it or to humiliate my family and friends although both of these are very real possibilities. If either of these possibilities were to play out then let me apologize in advance but it will not change my feelings.

Most of you probably have no idea how hard it is to do something like this. It’s easy in the sense that I don’t have to speak the words face to face with people but the luxury of just typing it comes at the price of telling the whole world.

I’m willing to pay that price though because I have concluded that this is a part of me just as my elbow is a part of me and I’m not ashamed of my elbow so why be ashamed of this?

All right. Enough alluding. I have been and am now and will probably always be a huge Ernest fan. You know Ernest? Ernest P Worrel. Know what I mean, Vern? That Ernest.

Most people hate Ernest because his only audience was five year olds because they were the only people who could find that stuff funny. I think that people feel that way about all kinds of things, not just Ernest, because they are worried about what people will think of them if they admitted that they liked it? I don’t care anymore. There’s the difference.

I also believe that humor comes in many forms. Dark humor. Intelligent humor. Whimsical humor. Physical Humor. Adult humor. Political humor. The list goes on and on. I know that life is a little less dreary when you can find the humor in things. That means looking for it in some pretty strange places though.

I found a source of humor that I can share with my two young children. A humor that we can all laugh about with no nudity, no foul language and no violence. Well, no violence any worse than Three Stooges type violence anyway. I love to laugh and I love the sound of my children’s laughter and I can have both whenever we watch an Ernest movie.