A joke about something mundane

People who make other people happy with jokes are usually the saddest ones. Damn right.

I made a joke today. It wasn’t well received. It was about my girlfriend’s bag. I didn’t really think that it would do any damage. It’s harmless.

I’m writing this in my blog, which I know she barely reads. I say everything to her so I guess she wouldn’t need to read my thoughts off the computer.

So back to the problem.. I made a joke that wasn’t funny to her.

Did I mean it? No. And it was a joke about a bag. There’s obviously no malice there. Jeez, I didn’t even think about the effect of that joke. It’s the type of thing she’d just laugh about.

She knew what she was signing up for when we got together. I make a lot of jokes and she used to laugh or brush it off when she was my target. This is too weird for me to handle. I made more offensive and insesnitive jokes in the past and this never happened.

I guess I lost my touch. Or maybe she’s fed up with me. I dunno. Nevermind. We’ll see.

Note: To be honest, that joke was corny as fuck. I think the delivery threw me off.



Sometimes I wonder if we were ever really allowed to make mistakes. “I make mistakes. No one’s perfect. I’m only human.” seems to be the most clich├ęd excuse ever.
Everytime I make a mistake, it seems unforgivable. There’s never a way out. I admit, I’m pretty competent. I’m coordinated. I wouldn’t say organized though. I’m not trying to make this post perfect, but I am trying to make it easier to comprehend. It doesn’t fucking matter if it’s riddled with grammatical errors or missing punctuations. I don’t care. Why should you?
Even if I meant to type this in some wingdings bullshit, I’d probably bw crucified.
Life isn’t fair and everyone knows this. Sometimes people make mistakes and just get off scot-free. Sometimes we make mistakes and people shove that shit back to our faces.
There are things that make everything harder after being served the “You’re wrong/That’s not right/You always fuck shit up (in a bad way)” speech. I have rage issues that I’ve successfully hidden over the years because I learned to keep my cool. But, things change. I’m feeling it come back. Not a good sign for a recovering psychotic maniac.
It’s not fair and no one deserves this bullshit. “I’m only human.” So am I and every other person on this planet.