My journey out of the darkness of depression. How I changed from not just surviving but thriving.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
April Fools
Disturbing evening. I tried a cute April Fools joke. I cut out brown construction paper Es and told the students I brought Brown-Es for snack. The other teachers were far more amused than the students. I approach the day with caution with good reason. I was the butt of my brothers jokes, often as a kid. I was startled, frightened out of my mind, pinched, scared on the stairs so I fell down them, and I was supposed to laugh because it was a joke. Ha Ha NOT. I wanted to explore something fun without cruelty. I felt I succeeded with the Brown-Es. Later in the evening I was checking out facebook. Someone posted a clip that was a prank on a subway station where 'UnDead' terrorized some women on board. The person said it was funny. I watched the whole thing to see if I missed something. I didn't. These women were terrorized and someone that it was funny....over a million views. What the crap. What is funny about terrorizing another person? I lived it. Those type of "funny" events can leave lasting emotional scars. I verified for myself that what someone else may consider funny doesn't make it so. Emotional cruelty is not funny. Perhaps this is the reason I approach April Fools day with caution. A joke can slip into out right cruelty all to easily. Going to be a bad night. But I know for myself....it's not funny. :(
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