Why should I apologize for disliking jokes about feces that Michael repeats from Dodgeball? Why is it I that am villified because I didn't think The Terminal was funny? (I don't think it was supposed to be funny, by the way.) I hate this: my brother and my sister make fun of me for not enjoying toilet humor.
Grr. This is why I am wary of spending time with Michael. It's not that he's a mean person, but making fun of me is a way of passing the time for my sister and him. I had an entry earlier this week about lightening up about this sort of thing, but it comes across as so malicious. I just don't know how to enjoy laughing at myself. I don't think I'm ridiculous and I actually don't like it that some other people think I am ridiculous. Everyone reading this probably thinks I really am quite ridiculous and 'How can I not notice?' But I think I see myself as essentially a really sincere person. I tell the truth almost all of the time, and the idea that how I feel or what I'm thinking is funny rubs me the wrong way and actually makes me a little sad.
Hmm. Maybe I should lighten up.
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