As far back as I can remember, I have shied away from places and/or people who are telling jokes. Not out of fear, but perhaps embarassment and frustration. So often, someone will tell a joke, everyone around starts laughing, then often the rest of the people will chime in with jokes of their own, and everyone is laughing but me.
It's not because they are laughing at me, but because often I am aware that what is going on is joke telling, that there is usually a punch line and it is supposed to be funny, and it usually is to everyone else. Sometimes, I "get" the punchline, but simply do not find any humor in it. Other times, someone will start to tell me (or a group of us) what I think is a story or anectdote of something that happened to them, or a friend of theirs, or maybe even something that was in the news - in other words, a true story - I listen, and often feel sad or sorry for what had happened to the person, when I find out, usually only because everyone else is laughing
2006-08-22
20:48:06
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