Funny OR Cruel
Ok... I like to think I can take a joke, but one that was played on me recently I didn't seem to take as well as I probably should have.
Is it because I'm getting older, and I don't appreciate a practical joke anymore... or has it just been so long since I've been the butt of a joke that I've forgotten how it felt to be pranked?
I suppose since this entry got alittle lengthy that I'll put it behind this
A few months ago something was stolen from my house, and suffice it to say that it was something that shouldn't have been missed quite as easily as it was (something rather large). Well during christmas was the first time that Mark or Myself noticed that said item had gone MIA. Honestly, the only reason we noticed it then was because our Interior Designer, and Friend Jason was at our house for the holidays, and we were going to consult him on where we should place it.
Long story short, it was no where to be found... Mark automatically assumed (and rightfully so) that was someone from my circle of friends who took the item... The fact that it was gone was not a big deal, because it was free to us anyway, but the matter of principal was that someone had taken something without permission (I can't stand a thief or a liar for that matter, and usually they are two in the same).
Well, after having spent over a month and a half denying that someone could have taken it, and driving myself crazy thinking that I'd misplaced it or hidden it from myself I learned the truth. I had even began dreaming of where I could have hidden it, and rummaged through the attic and house during the wee hours of the morning... My friends had conspired against me. For just over 4 months they have all known where it was, and refused to tell me after I had repeatedly confided in them (while they were laughing all the while behind my back) how irresponsible I felt that someone could have taken anything from the house, including Mark's priceless family heirlooms or antiques... I had even on occasion broken into tears... fearing that something else was missing everytime Mark or I misplaced something.
When the news was finally delivered to me... I was furious. My arguement was that a had someone taken it as a Joke (I'd even mentioned this to my friends before I was notified), the item would have surely been returned with laughter after a few weeks...and since it had not, I felt sure it was stolen outright. I cried through anger, who could they have let me go on so long knowing full well that I was wallowing in misery over the ordeal?
Then I realized, it's a fucking joke... they're all still getting a good laugh over the situation (becuase what they don't know is that I now know where it is), and that it's safe - So I've stopped worrying that someone may have taken other things from me, and I'm sleeping well without dreams of mischievous untrustworthy friends.
In the end I'm glad they could all have hardy laughs at my expense, and I hope that the only reason they haven't told me or finished the joke was because they knew how upset I'd been over the situation, but even so... is it better to just Tell me and end my suffering, or Let me continue to think that it's just been stolen and prolong it. I still think it's pretty cruel that even after I'm now going to them, and trying to coax the information from them they refuse to come clean........
Needless to say I didn't think it was very funny, but I guess the butt of the joke never does.
Is it because I'm getting older, and I don't appreciate a practical joke anymore... or has it just been so long since I've been the butt of a joke that I've forgotten how it felt to be pranked?
I suppose since this entry got alittle lengthy that I'll put it behind this
A few months ago something was stolen from my house, and suffice it to say that it was something that shouldn't have been missed quite as easily as it was (something rather large). Well during christmas was the first time that Mark or Myself noticed that said item had gone MIA. Honestly, the only reason we noticed it then was because our Interior Designer, and Friend Jason was at our house for the holidays, and we were going to consult him on where we should place it.
Long story short, it was no where to be found... Mark automatically assumed (and rightfully so) that was someone from my circle of friends who took the item... The fact that it was gone was not a big deal, because it was free to us anyway, but the matter of principal was that someone had taken something without permission (I can't stand a thief or a liar for that matter, and usually they are two in the same).
Well, after having spent over a month and a half denying that someone could have taken it, and driving myself crazy thinking that I'd misplaced it or hidden it from myself I learned the truth. I had even began dreaming of where I could have hidden it, and rummaged through the attic and house during the wee hours of the morning... My friends had conspired against me. For just over 4 months they have all known where it was, and refused to tell me after I had repeatedly confided in them (while they were laughing all the while behind my back) how irresponsible I felt that someone could have taken anything from the house, including Mark's priceless family heirlooms or antiques... I had even on occasion broken into tears... fearing that something else was missing everytime Mark or I misplaced something.
When the news was finally delivered to me... I was furious. My arguement was that a had someone taken it as a Joke (I'd even mentioned this to my friends before I was notified), the item would have surely been returned with laughter after a few weeks...and since it had not, I felt sure it was stolen outright. I cried through anger, who could they have let me go on so long knowing full well that I was wallowing in misery over the ordeal?
Then I realized, it's a fucking joke... they're all still getting a good laugh over the situation (becuase what they don't know is that I now know where it is), and that it's safe - So I've stopped worrying that someone may have taken other things from me, and I'm sleeping well without dreams of mischievous untrustworthy friends.
In the end I'm glad they could all have hardy laughs at my expense, and I hope that the only reason they haven't told me or finished the joke was because they knew how upset I'd been over the situation, but even so... is it better to just Tell me and end my suffering, or Let me continue to think that it's just been stolen and prolong it. I still think it's pretty cruel that even after I'm now going to them, and trying to coax the information from them they refuse to come clean........
Needless to say I didn't think it was very funny, but I guess the butt of the joke never does.