I crack myself up all the time and I am shocked when people around me aren’t laughing at my jokes. I don’t get it! At one point, I wanted to be a comedy writer for sitcoms, late night talk shows, and movies. When I get this feedback that I am not funny, to other people, it’s very shocking and disappointing. It just feels like jealousy, to me. I just got a wall of text back from 2 of my female friends for this joke I shared with them. I blame it on the fact that my humor was crafted in the politically incorrect, and wildly inappropriate 1980’s. I do have a lot of internalized misogyny that may come out in my jokes. I don’t know why I would write jokes for men or try to humor a male audience anyway. That’s so pick me, right? I blame the male dominated comedy world, that I grew up being entertained by. I have been fed a lot of jokes, from a male standpoint, that were awful, but I ended up laughing at these jokes and being entertained by men exclusively. Male humor has always made me laugh. I never got the female comedic standpoint, as there were not many female comedians who were allowed to be funny, shine, and even be given the opportunity for success. My sense of humor also grew out of a defense for bullies and I realized how good it felt to make people laugh, I guess the story of my life remains, I have to keep laughing at my own jokes and humor myself, because I can’t rely on anyone else to do that for me since I am the funniest person I know! I also not bother caring what people think about me. Its pointless and problematic.
Sp, in my joke, I said that I am going to make a color coded diagram for men, so they don’t upset their girlfriends or wives, when interacting with other women. (Both in front of their partners and definitely when they are not with them.) The first stage of note is simply being cordial to another woman, on occasion, one may move up to engaging in some friendly, light banter, This should be acceptable to most reasonable persons, right? I am not saying that I am one of those persons. The progression of this interesting situation is, when a male partner gets into a longer conversation with a random woman. The trouble starts here and then when this conversation starts to run long, the concern may increase. If this male partner loses track of time, the situation moves closer into a murky, grey area that may your partner (me) extremely uncomfortable. At that point, depending on the tone, laughter, and physical proximity between you and that woman, (who is not your partner) you could be accused of flirting. This dilemma could bring about undesired consequences in your romantic relationship. So be considerate of your partners feelings and don’t get carried away. To steer clear of any possible romantic upheaval, you should end these tempting yet ridiculous conversations, as quickly as possible.
Ok maybe that wasnt funny and more serious than funny, but I don’t think anyone should be shocked or offended or concerned by my little vignette here.
I personally have never been that jealous or in a situation where I seriously cared all that much about my partner, If I am recalling correctly. Honestly that was so long ago that, who knows? As everyone in my family remembers, at least, I was basically not too serious with any guys, until I met my husband. No one ever got to the point, where they came over to the house and seriously engaged my crazy family. I feel like I could potentially get paranoid and possessive with someone I was crazy about though .If he was super cute and many women around him, including my female family members, or friends were attracted to my man, I could definitely get in that headspace. It hasn’t happened yet, but I am not ruling out that it ever will. Does anyone seriously have that kind of lust, passion, and emotions running wild, in romantic relationships in the 50+ age group? I may have missed the window of opportunity for this, so I guess we’re good!
Here is my version of a Stevie Nicks-esque witch. I need a too hat too, but I hate how hats look on me. I am cooking up a reverse hex right now.You can see the evil in my eyes too, E! Here is me attempting to look scary or at least give you a dirty look. I hope the consequences of the evil hex you sent my way, will catch up to you.soon. Payback is a bitch, so be forewarned! If you want to push the boundaries of what is legal, so be it. You don’t care about tempting fate. You are cocky and assume that you will get away with this. Taunting me is one thing. Tainting the police is another. You want to risk losing the warmth and ease of your life.? Well, to each his own. YouMaybe we can create a new law with my name on it, in order to help others who have been hurt and harassed by harmful hexes. Anyway, Happy Halloween Eve to the rest of the world!
https://www.tmz.com/2024/10/21/surfer-giulia-manfrini-dead-speared-swordfish/
Coincidence? I think not. This spoke to me, as I was just saying that I hope Evil E gets eaten by sharks. This isn’t helping my fear of swimming in the ocean or my paranoia about the intentions/capabilities of E and his family. Santeria is no joke. The deceased surfer has an Italian last name and was pierced through the heart. Again, this is nothing that could ever be proven, but it seems like a message from the devil (E) not to cross him or wish him ill. Noted, Evil E. Temper temper! Some people can’t take a joke! I believe this was your doing, but who knows? I am just a superstitious woman with psychosis, so don’t take my word for it!
