The Discomfort of Looking Inside Myself
In 6th class at Primary School, my teacher wrote on my report that I was the jester of the class. Happy to generate fun and humour for all. Rolling into adulthood, I've received various degrees of feedback on many aspects of myself, including my use of humour. Some of it has stung like a wasp; some of it has felt like a flowing musical symphony. Feedback is like a present of socks from granny. You have 3 choices about how to receive those socks; 1. Do nothing; say nothing!