When did everybody become so touchy? It would seem that I am constantly making people cry. I personally am not offended by jabs at my race, baldness, religion, shortness, or any other of my crazy attributesattribute. It’s who I am. Call me a honky or cracker–I won’t even report you to HR.
My wife and daughters are constantly getting offended by my straightfoward personality and dark, sarcastic humor. My wife asks why all of my humor revolves around insults. I explained to her that (a)–it’s funny and (b)–she’s an easy target. More crying.
So, I went to a work-sponsored Christmas dinner a couple weeks ago where I was my normal self. I was told later that my discussion of child support payments among basketball players was insenstivite. It is a common theme! Seriously. I was also reprimanded for referring to a young lady as anorexic looking. Umm, she was. Lastly, and perhaps my most egregious comment: I criticized somebody’s choice of food while in the employee cafeteria.
Wow, I’m just glad these people don’t spend all day with me. I mean that’s the light stuff that I don’t think twice about. If my kids were THAT sensitive, they would have been in therapy long ago instead of waiting until they’re adults to blame all of life’s woes on their parents– like the rest of us do!
I think a more well adjusted colleage said it best when referring to my personality, “There is nothing really wrong with him, the rest of us just need to work harder to uncover the good person that is in there somewhere.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.