Sometimes you think you can take your friends’ teasing, close one eye and let it go on for years. Because you yourself, you’re funny too and you brought it upon yourself, this so-called ability to laugh at yourself. And what’s more funny than self depreciating humour? Oh, they are the funniest of all the jokes that you can possibly tell.
How do you like it if your friend pretended he didn’t know you have a boyfriend even though we all grew up in the same school and when you simply crapped a name that is not your boyfriend’s back just for fun and your friend told you that this ‘person’ is blind.
I felt hurt. But it’s okay. Maybe he was joking. I didn’t laugh though.
What about when your friend who ask you how many months gone are you? It’s okay, my friend always does this to me and I love him just the same coz no matter how much fun he made of me, he always crinkles into a big smile that will melt your heart. Always a punch to his arm or his shin or whatever and we’ll forget it again.
What about the friend who asks you “why people who stay away from home usually have lousy meals and will probably only eat one meal a day and then lose weight, so how come you don’t lose weight but you’re the opposite instead?” My friend then proceeds to look me up and down slowly, trying hard to muster a look that he knows will piss me off. He is trying very hard to do that look up down thing to piss me off.
I still smiled. I said I am studying up north of Malaysia. Penang food is nearby. (Kedah learns the recipe, I suppose).
Then my friend tries again and asks me, “How many meals a day do you eat ar?”
This time I was expressionless. And I would say, “2.” and my friend would ask, “Then snacks?”
With a tighter smile, I would say, “no. Not really.”
My friend tries to prod further and would say, “I know. Sure your metabolism rate is slow one!!”
I would then glare at my friend and lower my eyelids. All those who poked fun at me would put their arms around me and try to get me to cheer up because it was just a joke.
But don’t need to try so hard to be mean just so the entire table can have a laugh.
Why the effort to point out that I’m fat?
As much as I’m angry with them, they are still my friends. I still like them. But I cannot stand them tonight.
I had to excuse myself before I burst into tears.
Thank goodness for the sanctuary which my car provided me throughout the drive back home. I really needed it.
And friends’ parents who tell you that you’ve put on alot of weight, that’s fine. It’s not nice to hear but you expect it from the adults coz it’s what they say. It doesn’t matter anymore. They think of it in a good way. But when your friends try their best to hit a raw nerve in you, just so that you will start yelling at them to shut up, and everyone can laugh and have a good time…it becomes somewhat like a competition to see who can hurt Jolene who put on weight.
But when you put together the pieces that happened throughout the day, you’re just so glad that your car is sound proof. You just get worried at what the people who stopped next to you at the traffic lights will think when they see your mouth opening and your face crinkled downwards as big fat tears rolled down your face.
But you guys are still my friends. After so many years, you’re still my friends. Just don’t hurt me anymore. I don’t like it.
p/s: if you must comment, please don’t slag my friends off. They have stood up for me in other ways.