My Kind of Humour.
I know we have all been at the receiving ends of some humour that doesn't go down well with us. I am all for people who show consideration when they are trying to make a joke about another person. Any joke that directly insults the physical attributes of someone or their mental state, those are not my kind of joke.
I noticed in this modern day that we have a lot of people who want to joke about anything. In a bid to try and be funny or act defensive, the first thing that comes to their head is to abuse someone's mother or make a joke that abuses the person's family. I see myself as a funny guy. I accept jokes and I give jokes too even though my jokes are for those who can think critically. If I have to explain the jokes what's the fun in it? πππ€£
Some jokes can never get to me because they are water off the duck's back. I laugh at myself and some of my stupid choices many times, so why should I get offended over someone's joke? If I find it too offensive then I double down on you so you feel the heat too. I could be savage when I want to be but I am all for jokes.
This story always makes me laugh especially when I remember it. I briefed it on Hive when we were told to talk about humour and here I am again. I remember travelling to my hometown in Oyo for my grandmother's funeral in 1998...from my father's side. I was young and in the village, you know that whatever product you get especially drinks they can never be the diluted ones, especially Palm Wine. I didn't know how strong the palm wine in the village can be, I was quite young so I knew nothing. I judged by the ones I took in the City which did nothing to me anyway.
I moved around and went to my dad's table to get a glass of palm wine. It was in 25 litres keg as a lot of people sat down around him. I got a glass of it and I can remember him telling me to be careful. I even made jest of a pastor friend around us then...I was teasing him to take a glass to cool himself because he wasn't taking anything. I finished the glass and came for another only to be told not to come back again hahaha. I took the second glass and that was when my ordeal started.
I started feeling drowsy and my feet were getting wobbly with my eyes tinting, all at the same time. I knew I had to sleep but I didn't want to go inside the rooms since virtually everyone was outside. It was getting close to midnight and I knew they won't close the party until the early hours. I found a bench outside and I slept on it. It was when they started packing the tables and chairs that my cousin saw me and tapped me to come inside. He tapped me, told me and he turned back to packing the chairs. After a few seconds when he didn't hear any footsteps behind him, he looked back, only to see me heading into the nearby bush. He couldn't contain his laughter. He guided me into the room gently and I was on the mat.
I noticed I woke up the next day around past 8 am, alone on the mat and I started smelling something funny on my clothes. I touched my clothes and it was still a bit wet. I wasn't even thinking too much about it and I stood up. I asked people around where my cousins were and they told me they had gone to the well to fetch water. I noticed eyes prying on me as I walked while a few others were pointing their fingers too. As I was sighted from afar by my cousins at the well, they pointed at me and started laughing. That was how they narrated all my dramas to me and how I vomited all over my body in the room. I was just soaking it all in and ever since then I've not been a fan of palm wine. The moment I smell it, I always want to puke.
What's the point of this? This is a joke at my expense based on a choice I made that wasn't wise and I don't mind people laughing at me for that. It doesn't hurt a bit but when we can't draw the lines about the kind of jokes we dish on others, particularly the ones that affect their physical attributes and mental state, then that's where the problem is.
I can never support any joke that brings down another human being because mental health is real. I've said many times that you can be seated next to a broken person and you wouldn't know it. A lot of people might appear strong on the outside but they are frail on the inside. You have no idea what goes on in their heads and if you make them feel worse, you are sending them to a very dark place and you wouldn't know it. We have to be careful about the kind of jokes we make about others especially those in the negative. Would you take it if the table was flipped? Most people are not considerate and that's the problem we have in this world. Not everything should be for glam and clouts.
A lot of people are struggling, some have doubted themselves and a lot are close to breaking point. At least if you can't help them, leave them as they are. We are to be more sensitive to the plights of others. We need to be more understanding because not everyone can take expensive jokes. Our jokes must have a limit. I see a lot on Twitter and I just can't help but shake my head. Some lines must not be crossed...
Thank you for your time.
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Haha that's the ewww part in drinking session...when you puke not in grass, land or CR but on your clothesππ. The smell was not good Thankful never been in that situation even those drinking days,ππ.