The Bad Joke


I once said a joke that I thought was harmless and funny. It turned out to be a bad joke. I was too proud to admit it was a bad joke. I don't even believe I should be sorry. It was a joke. It should be funny. Why are people so pikon?

Hours later, I realized (admitted) it was a bad joke. A joke that was hurtful. Insulting. Insensitive.

Is sorry enough?


But it should be sincere. Not the kind of sorry just to appease someone.

I am an educated person. I know I was raised well by my parents. But I am not perfect. Some parts of me are rotten. I make awful mistakes. Pride makes it difficult for me to be sorry right away. But when I do, it comes from the heart.