It’s not that the words go over my head, it’s that sometimes the general slides right by. I bury myself into dissecting the phrase that sometimes, when I understand it, it takes me moments to realize it was all a joke.
He’s always smiling as he waits for me to get it, but sometimes the humor is different. Sometimes what he says isn’t funny, or maybe I don’t find it funny, or maybe he doesn’t find me funny at times. Jokes and kidding… I’ve realized it can sometimes be the base of cultures.
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