One of my blogging buddies wrote a post about life guards, kids at pools, and pooping in pools. Something about the effects of canned ravioli. The article was tongue in cheek and funny.
People lost their shit. Oh my god, did they lose their shit.
I did not know this, but apparently there is nothing funny about swimming pools and poop.
In order to support my fellow blogger, I left a comment saying I found the article funny, especially the canned ravioli part.
Someone responded to me, beginning with this: “You are an idiot.”
Then, she proceeded to tell me how pooping in a pool isn’t funny.
I don’t usually respond to comments like that, but I did. I told her I didn’t get people who attack and call names so quickly and that humor can be found in all kinds of unpleasant situations.
You guys, the most bizarre thing happened. I’m not even kidding.
She apologized for calling me an idiot.
Yes! A person, who viciously attacked another person in comments for having a differing opinion, took responsibility for their shitty behavior and apologized. I was stunned and slightly hopeful. I mean, you just don’t see a lot of that behavior.
Someone else took me to task and said if I had to clean shit out of a pool I wouldn’t find it so funny.
You know what, though? I have written many stories in a humorous way about events which were not even a teeny bit funny when they happened.
I’d rather laugh than cry. Every single time.
Sometimes, the tears win out. I don’t get to avoid the tears every time, but I will always choose to laugh if I can. Every. Single. Time.
Like the time last week when I dumped an entire gallon of white ceiling paint on my ceramic tile floor.
Oh, wait. Yeah…I’m not finding that one funny yet. I’ll get to that later. Paint is the devil. And my house is never going to be ready to sell.
Or, I could tell you how I set the stove on fire twice while making dinner last night.
Only Randy isn’t going to find that one funny yet, so that will have to wait as well.
How about this? I will share my recent attempts at Limericks:
There once was a man named Sean Spicer
Who spouted off lies like a geyser
He quit his job
Cause he worked for a nob
Now he hopes life will be nicer
There once was a man called The Mooch
As classless as vinegar douche
He acted a fool
He works for a tool
There’s no doubt that he screwed the pooch
Life is difficult. If you are in the U.S., life is especially difficult these days. We have to keep our sense of humor, though. If we can’t laugh, then what is the fucking point?
So, the women offended by poop humor would really hate the Dude pictures this week. My husband is so odd.