Here’s the thing, I’m really great at putting my foot in my mouth. Sometimes, it’s my whole leg up to the knee. Maybe it’s a problem. Maybe I’m just used to it and have learned to talk around it.
Basically, my humor ranges from eye rolling-ly bad to cringe-worthy. [As you’ve no doubt noticed.] So, it’s easy to imagine how conversations with me generally go.
It’s completely okay if you don’t laugh at my jokes or get angry. I’ll always apologize and ask for forgiveness… once I realize I’ve made a faux-pas. It might take a while, though.
It’s 100% your right to be angry. And to stay angry. You don’t have to forgive me. That’s your choice. Just know that I didn’t mean anything by it. Some things are just funny to me and no one else. And I still share them.
I mean, sure, I could make a New Year’s resolution to do that less, but realistically, no one keeps those for longer than a few weeks. And, honestly, it’d be
better easier if I took a vow of silence.
It’s not that I don’t want to be better, it’s just that I’ll make strides and then demolish them with one quick joke. Usually, I end up pushing people away.
That’s life. Or, at least, life with me. I guess I just have a knack for saying exactly the wrong thing. Maybe one day I’ll be funny.