No joke: Find folks who will laugh at your jokes.

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I admit it. I can be a goof. A real hoot, in my own fabulous opinion. In fact, I think I am a riot.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH.

See?

I laugh. Out loud. For any reason. For no reason. Just cuz gaffaws. Just because I can hysterics.

I am part of a group. Rather, was part of a group. I made a funny. Funny, to me. Yet, the moderator didn’t think I was a hoot and deleted my comment. A dumb one, I admit. Yet, I was in an especially goofy mood and felt like being, well, goofy.

This, apparently, did not sit well. Saw a frown, then my message was gone.

Poof!

One of the other members, taking no issue with it, said hey there and kept it moving.

At first, I ALMOST wanted to get all up in my feelings. My pride, wanting to show off it’s terrible wound, got to hollering that life just wasn’t fair. Told my pride to shut up, already, and find two seats.

Then, I unfollowed the group. No sense being in a group where folks don’t get me, get my jokes, and welcome both.

In times past, I would have apologized, for making the joke. In essence, apologized for being me. Or, worse, I would have withdrawn, shut up, and shut down. No one would have known. Except, God. Except, Life. Except, me. There, in my fortress of shame/pride/hurt/(add whatever you like here), would I remain. Keeping myself, from future hurt. Keeping myself, from future harm.

Keeping myself, from my future.

Ha!

What did I end up doing? Nothing. Maybe, she was having a bad day. Maybe, she was getting bombarded by a bunch of hateraide and my joke came at the wrong time. Maybe, she needed some grace. Maybe, I needed to cut myself some slack.

I didn’t rush to the group to unfollow. I extended grace and kept it moving.

Now, tomorrow, if I get the same disapproving stare, I will follow my way on out of the group.

In the meantime, I shall be running folks, through my sheesh meter. What’s a sheesh meter? Let me show you….

Run folk through your sheesh meter:

You have to spend 6 months explaining that you are only kidding….shhheeeeeesh. Run. Hide.

You have to use spreadsheets and flowcharts to map out and show folk you were only kidding…sheesh. Run. Hide. Neva, eva return.

You have to spend an hour letting folk know you still love you some Jesus yet are human and therefore would like to share a humor-some tale…..smh…..sshhhhhhheeeeeeesh. Find another ‘Christian’ friend.

You have to spend even a second explaining why you are full of joy, are loud, do extremely weird things at the most inopportune times…….lawdawfrighty shhhheeeeeeeeeesh. Run away. Keep running!!

Make up your own sheesh meter. Then, filter folk through it and keep it moving.

Do NOT lock yourself away, because someone or someones did not get you. We were not all meant to get each other. Some of yalls jokes makes me look at yall and wonder what in the world you were drinking or thinking…hahahahaha!!!

Keep on loving.

Keep on laughing.

Keep on being you.

Find folks who will laugh at your jokes. As for the rest, it’s their loss, if you ask me.

cracking myself up over here,

Cassandra

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