I told a joke.

The listener did not laugh.

My solution to that perceived problem

was to re-tell the joke,



that made them laugh.

                                                                                                                      me too.

It’s better for me—sincerely—life itself is a better experience for me

when and as I don’t need to be 

taking myself to task constantly…

(as if life were some sort of audition…and I’m afraid I won’t get the part…the part I am already acting out, by the way…geez…)

or talking to myself harshly,

on the inside of me, 

where I really know where I hurt,                         trashing myself for being


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