In response to the daily post’s one -word prompt: Playful
There were many a time when my playful joke did not sit well with my friends. They think I’m sarcastic when I’m really joking. I guess my childhood is responsible for that, I sort of try to imitate my Dad, not thinking that my father wasn’t joking when he’d call me and say, “Ma take this food for your mother.”
I thought my Dad was being nice, but oh no mom pointed out this was his way of saying the food is not worth eating.
I recall saying things to my friend, which in my mind is a joke, the reply from them is, “Can’t you hear the sarcasm in your voice?”
I once said something to one of my students, meaning it to be funny, he gave me a look and then blurted out, “Not funny Miss.”
It’s a lot safer to tell the felines, “Hey Fatso you are eating too much!” It’s Gabriel who hears that quite often, but he continues chomping down his and Raphael’s food.
Imagine if I said that to a human by mistake, they’d never see me again. This is the difference between humans and felines in our case, we only have those two gremlins in our house.
When I was little, my brothers used to call me mootki, i.e fatso in English. Once my dad heard it, he warned my brothers, if they called me mootki again he’d take them to task. I was never fat, so it really did not bother me.
Playful jokes can be hurtful as my mom would say, they hurt ones self confidence.
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