My dad is the "Class Clown" in his family of origin. I never knew that his desire to make people laugh would rub off on me.
I don't think of myself as a very funny person. Having no siblings and no close cousins, I did not know how to tease or be teased. I was bookish, so I would either say something rude not knowing it was inappropriate, or not say anything at all. I am TERRIBLE at telling jokes. TERRIBLE.
But whenever I make the honey laugh, it lights up my whole world. I still remember a joke that I made one night to my friend in Colorado that makes me happy - I made up something funny! I absolutely love when I make my coworkers laugh. So apparently I am a wannabe jokester. Unfortunately, I am like a two-year-old telling a joke. I ruin the punchline, drag the middle, and have off delivery. But I still try. And I absolutely beam when it works.
Now, I don't think that I'm a jokester for the same reason my dad is a Class Clown. He is the child of an alcoholic, and that role describes him to a tee. Especially the description in the first link below:
http://www.thechildrensplaceprogram.org/indentified_roles_of_children_of_alcoholics.php
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/friends-family-alcoholics/149246-survival-roles-children-alcoholics.html
Sorry that this post has kind of taken a turn into Bummer Land, but I also made a picture to illustrate. Some of you will recognize this style of my art - I think it's still effective. See what you think:

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