There’s a saying about a good pun: the better it is, the angrier you get when hearing it. From my own personal experience I have to say that whenever my pun-loving friend, Harris, drops a puntacular joke on me, my first reaction is to roll my eyes and go, “oh screw you” with a look of disgust on my face.
But that doesn’t mean that deep down inside I don’t absolutely love the pun. Maybe I’m angry at myself for actually being entertained by such a stupid, simple joke? Maybe because in that moment I’m reminded that at the end of the day I’m a dumb human being, with all the faults and trappings of humanity. Maybe it means that no matter what I accomplish in my life, I could still find enjoyment in a dumb little pun and that makes me angry.
Secretly though, I’m probably just pissed off that I didn’t come up with it myself. The jealousy is real.