One of the things we do when we grow up is learn when to stop. When my daughter comes up to me and pokes me in the ribs with a finger? Ha-ha, everyone laughs. Does it again? Maybe a little less laughter. Does it again? "Please stop." Does it again? "I asked you to stop," with growing anger.
It's a lesson she's still learning at 11.
If I was getting a little poke in the ribs from different people, or by the same person on different days, it would be a lot harder to seem justified in losing my temper over it. "Hey, it's just one poke. Lighten up."
One poke by you, or that you say. But not for me.
And here's where that applies in a bit more culturally sensitive of a context … #ddtb
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The Million Little Barbs Of "Lighten Up"
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By forbidding the NORMAL, we have CREATED the ABNORMAL.