It's that time again, boys and girls...
??As I kid I probably knew every fat joke that existed. I was a fat kid. Being able to joke about it was a great defense.?
Me too, 13yrs/5??1?/200+lbs. I learned a lot about hate and those proficient in dishing out insults. Then I was either, unknowingly struck by lightning, or a massive dose of testosterone broke loose from who knows where, and poof! Was ??normal?, insults vanished.
Actually HC, the only thing I actually remember when being a ??fatty? was all the ??comedians? making the remarks had yellow and brown tooths (not a complete set of teeth) along with a prestigious scholarship IQ almost, but not quite, equal their age. ????
@flga-2-2
The only thing worse than mean little boys is mean little girls. Vicious, cut-to-the-bone types, especially when they hit the age of discovering boys might be of some use to them.
I practice a LOT watching what I say when I chat with people during the day. My practice is derived from working in mostly rural agrarian areas where 99% of the property owners (the term "farmer" is really not applicable anymore) I run into probably don't share my political views. And for some unknown reason a good majority of these folks force an "us or them" declaration from me within just a few minutes of conversation.
Although I try to never lie to anyone, I can be very slippery with spoken words. I used to joke about carrying two ball caps in the truck...one red and one blue. Practice makes perfect. Knowing when to put on which one has kept me alive so far.... 😉
The correct color cap is neither of those.
Like the joke about the "Troubles" in Northern Ireland, when somebody put a gun in your back and asked "Protestant or Catholic" the correct answer was "Jewish."
There is the truth and then there is the WHOLE truth. I'm pretty good at being truthful without sharing the WHOLE truth. That can save your neck in a tense situation.
There was time about 15 years ago where I was passed over for quite a few surveying opportunities because people chose to assume that I held a certain view of a locally hot topic. I never admitted to anyone the WHOLE truth. But, I became an expert listener to let them pontificate at length. Clearly, they each had a valid reason for believing what they believed. Whether or not I fully agreed with them should have no impact on whether or not they could trust me to provide a professional service.
There has been a high level of acrimony in my home county and neighboring counties in recent years concerning the erection of hundreds of industrial wind turbines (windmills). If one does not clearly state a stance either pro or con, they are assumed to be of the wrong opinion. One day I was in a convenience store when a fellow I have known for decades said to me, "So, you are one of those windmill supporters, I see." I was completely taken aback. There had been no conversation leading up to any such comment. Then he pointed at the T-shirt I was wearing. It was one I had purchased maybe 10 years earlier as part of a fund raiser for a small town in our county. It had a bucolic scene of a farmstead from many years ago that happened to include an 1800's style of windmill.
Personally I prefer my SC on the commode as opposed to in it.
