I really hate being made fun of.

I am an only child, I was homeschooled and had tutors, so I guess all that means I missed out on that rite of passage of being teased as a kid. I still don’t know what to do with it and even the slightest ribbing often leaves me crying on the bathroom floor.

But I find that as I am getting older, I am slowly (very slowly) learning how to laugh at myself. Even if my first instinct is to go fetal, I am realizing I can take a breath, sidestep the defensiveness and giggle along with everyone else.

Stuff like this helps.

I am so grateful for this shift in perception, because life is a hell of a lot easier when you finally start to learn that you don’t have to take it all so seriously. None of us are getting out of here alive, anyway.

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