Have you ever started telling a story only to realize it isn’t
going the way you had hoped? You know,
when your audience starts recoiling versus laughing? And you realize what makes the story funny is
the protagonist but your hearers don’t know this person? But you can’t stop talking and you keep going
on and on and they are even more repulsed? THAT was my story yesterday!
It all began with the Times magazine cover picture a
co-worker pointed out. That picture got
me thinking about a funny (I guess to me!) story my kooky grandmother told. It makes me smile every time I think of it. Problem was/is:
- My audience didn’t know my kooky grandmother.
- Instead of just saying “Aw, never mind.” I kept going trying to redeem myself and my story.
- I got pissed off at one of the co-workers when he said “That’s just sick!”
Hey, Jerk, that’s my grandmother you are talking about!
When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? After all, I’m only working to save money for
my continuing education. These people
are not my best friends; and sometimes I wonder if they even consider me a
friend at all!
It happens in my family, too! I posted a comment on FB and one of my kids
took issue with it. I wanted to scream “It’s
Not ALL About YOU!!!!!!” Instead I spent
the good part of my “study time” explaining what I meant by my status. Sheesh, can’t a strawberry catch a
break?! Please don’t write me asking me
to explain more about this post; I won’t answer! LOL
But it’s all good.
Today is a new day… to think up more repulsive stories,… I mean, to pick
myself up, dust myself off and greet each person with the dignity they deserve
and I hope to receive. We are all in
this crazy world together so let’s make the best of it and not hold grudges. Okay, me?
Okay!
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