I got a package this week in the mail for my thirtieth birthday from my grandma on a day I was feeling kind of bad about myself. Which would have been a lovely surprise except I just turned twenty eight.
Also this week … people were not nice.
Everything was “just a joke” or “the truth”. I “laughed it off” like a champ, but after a few days they started to add up. According to neighbors, co-workers and friends I am:
and I look like:
There were more that I can’t recall at the moment. You guys.
Take it from me…these things are not funny. Digs are still digs, even if you say it in a joking tone. If you have to say “no offense” when you tell someone something, maybe reconsider saying it at all. Because…yes offense.