Sometimes, when I am on a roll, oblivion.

What am I talking about?
Jokes & conflicts.

Man I tell you. My number one preoccupation in life: relationships. Whether I am taking a shower or waiting for the metro, my mind would wander. In em relational woods. Em social bushes. And examining human interactions becomes a hobby. Think, analyze & question mode. À la mode. Heard of Mr. Dynamics? Profiling: dynamites, minecraft and random cognitive explosions.

Call me an over-thinker all night. You be right.

Oh well. Digression. Depression.

So I've been thinking. When I get into zone. All comfortable. All smooth and slick. My mouth shuts not. Mind fleek. Much to share. Le partage, bon. But don't we all think mooch? Only difference? Some are more prone to share than others. More eager to embark on the express-ive bus. #firstclasscitizens

Dang. I am still not hitting it. Worry not, it's all context. Build-ups are cool.

But here goes nothing.

You know those times when you can't quit yapping. And you start vomiting all over table & faces. Narrative indigestion perhaps. But it's all fun, still green. Everyone having a good time. Chitchatainment tonight, young. Then, you run out of supplies. H&M, what to do? Trespasses, course. Much easier to talk about else fables. To use another's embarrassment to break glacier. Shocking the value, the better. Fun to make fun. Laugh and poke. And a bit of gambling excites. Trials & errors ideation. A few testing and sampling of thawed waters later, land be found. Soft and weak they are, spots. A delicious treat. Medium rare steak bests. When the flesh is not too cooked nor too raw. Just gusto. The right texture for you to slice opened. About the right temperature: slightly flustered but not completely devastated.

"Hope they can take a joke or two. Land on the high self-esteemed ones please."

Kiss and dice.

Reality check. It could be difficult to brake at times. To be socially aware enough to prevent crash. Indeed, you can go too far. Fatal accidents do happen. Often caused by lethal doses of fun, at others' expense.

And without you realizing. Without having bad intentions. The cut went deeper. Red and bloody the weapon of choice. Words. Sword. To wield takes discipline. Not all samurais are qualified. Not every vocab is benign. Proof? Friendly banter can turn bitter real quick. And peeps get offended, fast. Some even get visited from above, being condescended upon. On the ground, a blurred line, drawn. Between jokes and verbal abuse. Sassy. Messy.

But I tell you. Don't be a victim. Speak out. Do.Able.

"I didn't find what you said about me to be particularly funny."

Wooo.
Oversensitive much?
Overserious much?
I am just kidding much?
No sense of humor much?

These voices need to go much? Clutch
It's about time your feelings get validated.

A sad fact. Em folks who can't acknowledge others' feelings, really and truthfully cannot accept their own, fundamentally, basically. So don't take their regards personally. And don't be afraid to say it as it is.

"You know. It is okay for me to be bothered by what you said. Okay for me to be hurt. Acknowledging my feelings doesn't make me less hume. In the same vein, it is okay for you to feel awkward, cornered. Overcompensation won't chase down the negs, trust. Now tell me. What are hormones signaling to you in this tance?"

There. Wrote down the numbers? Now call it out. Call them out. Stop flailing, hesitating. That person will be fine. Truth will set them free. And believe. Their feelings won't get hurt. Truly inert, a dessert. To feel that is.

Also, have you heard about the election that is coming up? Do vote for dignity. And choose self-respect as new mayor.

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