I think people who can't laugh at themselves are insufferable. And in fact, I don't suffer them, gladly or otherwise. They are vexing to my soul, and I'll have none of them.
I laugh at myself all the time. By that I don't mean I laugh at my own jokes, although I have done that. Hey, sorry, sometimes they're funny, even if just to me. But what I mean is, I pride myself in being able to take it at least as well as I dish it out when it comes to ribbing.
I was driving one day with my daughters - they were ten and thirteen at the time. It was a long drive and I was swigging warm Coke - with the attendant side effects. After one particularly resonant belch, my thirteen year old piped up dryly from the back seat, "Hands off, girls. He's mine." I loved it.
Today I took a great hit. I was talking online to a good friend in Alberta, and teased her about something silly she once did. Then came this:
Her: Great. 10,000 comedians out of work, and you can't stop yourself.
Me: Ah, but you forget. I'm one of those 10,000 comedians.
Her: Yeah. You make it so easy to forget that.
Ouch. Hilarious, but ouch, dammit.
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