It is not a joke

I read a book - Laughter the best medicine – a collection of humorous anecdotes. Of the entire 200 or so entries only a few made any impact on me. And going through these I didn’t even see any humour in it, it didn’t even bring a smile to my face.

I felt what it expresses is some profound truth, I can’t even explain, but I can relate with it. I wonder what it reveals about me. Here are the ‘jokes’-

1. The patient in the mental hospital said to the psychiatrist, “It is a lucky thing my name is Charlie”.
   “Why”, asked the psychiatrist.
   “Because everybody around here insists on calling me Charlie.”
   
   
2. A Scott complains that he can never get his coffee to the right sweetness.
   “Why?”
   “Because at home I take one lump of sugar and when I am visiting I take four. But I really like my coffee best with two.”
3. An actor swept into his psychiatrist’s office.
   “Doc, you have got to help me”, he shouted. “I am developing a terrible inferiority complex.”
   “Tell me about it”, the analyst invited.
   “It is awful”, the actor said. “I am beginning to think that the other people are just as ­­good as I am.
   (In this one I would replace, “I am developing a terrible superiority complex, because I am beginning to see that the other people are only just as ­­good as I am”.)