The last few days were spent with some of my closest and longest friends.
It is in these relationships, the jokes can be really personal and close to the bone and as a result very very funny.
We do enjoy teasing one another, especially about our hang ups and issues. Sounds mean, but these relationships are built on years of trust and experiences. The ground is solid.
So as my friend was complaining about the state of her hair, I could reply. "Well that's just fine, you complain about your hair, whilst I am here all bald"
Then she was talking about her hair turning grey, again I could reply " Well at least you have gotten hair"
Later I continued, saying that she could at least have shaved her legs if she was going to wear shorts.
And on it went. Hair jokes, amongst all the others.
What was great about these jokes, is that they were jokes, and everyone knew it. I was officially declaring that the doors were open to make fun of me and my baldness. No jokes were off limits, and I could be mocked.
It is very British to be self deprecating in our humor, and a new genre had now been added.
Again a new stage in the journey.
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