This is one day that i hate the most. Oh don't get me wrong I Iike a good joke now and again, it is just those mean ones that really get to me. Growing up I was the butt of many mean jokes and they usually had the words or implications of being fat in them. I learned very quickly to put on a jolly face and just laugh it off. Be a so called friend to everyone and make everyone happy.
But life is life and we can't go around just pretending we are not hurt be cruel jokes. I have been trying real hard to put myself in others shoes. See how it feels to be on the opposite side. Sometimes not a bad place to be. sometimes wouldn't wish it on my enemy. Why do we have to be so mean? Is it a defense mechanism? Are we afraid of what we might see? Who we truly are?
Why do we expose ourselves to some and not too others? What are we afraid of? Pondering again. And Im supposed to be on vacation. Worried free.
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not that i personally subscribe to this belief all the time but i think it applies in your world..... that which dont kill us makes us stronger. dig it?
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