THE SAME JOKE AIN’T FUNNY TWICE

Remember the fat guy in class? How everyone calls him “fatty” and laughs? How he jokes along as if he truly enjoyed the joke as well? How every single joke aimed at his vertical dimension served to pierce through his contrastingly weak and flimsy self-esteem? We are all guilty of this sin somehow, of poking where it hurts, knowingly or unknowingly. Sinful as it is, we kept doing it, again and again. Why? For the simple reason that it seemed funny, BACK THEN.

Funny, isn’t it? How the joke suddenly becomes less funny when you’re on the receiving end? How it even changes into downright degrading and painful when the joke is repeated due and again to the joy of the joker. All this joy at the “fat guy’s” expense.

We are but mere mortals, susceptible to monotonous repetition of the same tricks that worked in the past. So forgive us when we constantly repeat the same action, hoping for the same, if not a better result. Blame us not when we become oblivious to the fact that the fat guy expressed much discomfort and passive objection, yet to no avail.

Well then, if we blame the joker not, do we put the brunt of responsibility on the guy for being overweight beyond his conscious control? Do we punish him for something he has no say over by heaping on a constant stream of blunt reminders? Blame we him for our incessant need to irritate and make a fool of others, all for the noble sake of entertaining the crowd or merely to promote ourselves relatively higher by pushing him into the ground lower than he already is?

NO.

We say that to the light-hearted chap who sees light in every issue; apologies, the chap who sees light every issue. The perseverance in him ought to be praise worthy had it not been the motivating factor behind the very act significant of the constant joker: character-assassination, demotivation and rude, blunt remarks.

NO.

We say that to the joker to block out the mental burden he heaves upon us for some trait or habit we have no control over or that we care not to change. We are who we are, and if he can’t accept it, he can very well go and FUCK HIMSELF with his sick, monotonous and downright unthoughtful jokes.

REMEMBER, when we say enough, it means enough. Man or woman alike, when we draw that fine line that you are not supposed to cross, you obey. You do not constantly challenge and hope to project yourself as the hero of the day with your dumb-cracks.

I eat a lot, and that’s what makes me confident of smashing you into pulp if my emotions ever speak louder than my thoughts. I speak better English than Chinese, and that’s something to be proud of; given the current situation of a western-dominated world and a slow Chinese upcoming, only to overtake the US in a minimum of 15 years. He used to borrow money; that don’t mean he still owes you money NOW.

Repeat not your jokes, especially mean ones. Know that the slip of your tongue could very well slip you and finish you off one day. More importantly, know when to

SHUT UP! We are bombarded by a tyriad of information DAILY; don’t let us be surrounded by your unmeaningful small talk and constant entertaining anymore.

Jokes are funny until they are told a few times, and they cease to entertain when they hit on the very features man used jokes to cover: rage, incompetence etc. Let us learn to joke, but more importantly, let us learn when not to joke.