The Funny One...

I was at a festival this past weekend and my friend was telling me about how much the ladies love my brother. I realize he is a more attractive dude than me, but it was still kind of unfortunate for my admittedly fragile ego.
He makes out with lots of drunk girls, apparently. I do not, and never have. Although, that could be partly because I find sloppy drunk highly unattractive, even if I too have been drinking. But it's probably mostly because I tend to go unnoticed, even amongst the girls wearing their beer-goggles. Just as an aside, I find that euphemism somewhat annoying and rather sophomoric. But that is beside the point, although somewhat curious, as I also enjoy watching reruns of Two and a Half Men on occasion, which, too, is annoying and sophomoric.
I suppose my invisibility, as it were, could be an asset. Perhaps my true calling ought to be in clandestine services. Perhaps I ought to become a spy for the CIA. Anonymity and the ability to evade notice is likely extremely helpful when transporting state secrets.
Anyway, while we were conversing about my brother's exploits, I mentioned that I often play the role of "the funny one" to no reaction, indicating that, yes, I am "the funny one." Not "the good looking one," which I never expect, to be honest, or "the cute in a dorky kind of way one" or even "the brooding yet mysterious one" which would still be fun. No, I'm "the funny one." Being funny has long been a method of compensation for being ugly. That, and being rich. That's why you see very few attractive comedians, but very many ugly ones.
Well, at least I'll stay funny as I get older. Attractive people get less attractive as they get older. Looks fade, man, but a snappy off-the-cuff one-liner never gets old.