Here's the thing. We laugh to feel better. Not so much to hurt others. Just to feel better. At what point are we cruel? Is humor a coping mechanism? A survival instinct? What gives?
"A face only a mother could love." Who's face? Who's mom? Making fun of others is so tiresome when we actually bother to feel their emotions. their pain. It ruins the whole field-trip for everybody.
Its so much easier to make fun. To be-little. It doesn't hurt. Or does it? Do we feel bad?
I don't walk in somebody else's moccasins. Their all sweaty. empathy, is over-rated. it is also underrated. it also takes courage, conviction, and heart. Anybody can make fun of someone. Its easy. I do it all the time.
But I also feel.
The broken glass.
In the moccasins.
and I. will walk on....................
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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