As a child I was often admonished to be less sensitive, to know how to take a joke, but I was blond, Polish and raised in Appalachia. It felt like everyone had a joke in their pocket for me. Dad said I needed to toughen up most people were only trying to make conversation. I took the advice and began a collection of jokes for my pocket. You can imagine how well that went over from a seven year old. There was no winning with those old jokes that got their graft from the pretended impersonal.
I’m glad they’re mostly gone. I can think of so many better conversations to have.
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