Okay, it’s April 1st. We all know what that means. I have myself played an occasional prank in years past, but tend not to as a matter of principle.
See, I don’t care much for being teased. Lots of reasons, but a big one has to do with having been not particularly cool for a very significant part of my childhood, which meant not being “in” on a lot of the current really important stuff that all my peers thought was the basis of timeless significance. So I was an easy mark when it came to being tagged in pranks and April Fool’s Day was a big one for being made to feel, well, stupid.
Fast forward. I still don’t care for being teased. As a result, I usually don’t tease other people. Can’t take it, don’t dish it out, even though I recognize that it actually isn’t a big deal anymore and in many instances it is a demonstration of affection. I’ve learned to accept it in small doses, but there comes a point past which I start to bristle and…
Well, it’s been likewise a long time since I was taken in by an April Fool’s hoax, and this morning I bought a good one, hook-line-and-sinker fashion, and then compounded it by letting everyone know.
Arrogance being far worse than humility, we should all be gracious about being reminded how not sharp we often are. You take your humility where you can get it and let it be a lesson, etc etc etc. Happy April Fool’s Day, everyone, and may it all end with a laugh and better assessment of where we are with ourselves.
Oh, the prank? This one here.
