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there’s a line between funny and mean and it makes me sad when people—grown adults—can’t tell the difference. it  makes me feel sorry for them. it makes me wonder about their childhood. how many times they may have been told hurtful things and how they came to believe that cruelty was the standard. So much so, that even in their heart, after years of human interaction, they cant differentiate—nor do they have the sensitivity to realize—that what they find to be benign humor can actually be hurtful.

And I don’t mean grossly inappropriate comedians. i’m talking about mean girls. real ones. the ones that never seem to grow out of the cruelty and insensitivity—who’s moral barometer has an inseparable broken gauge, who sprinkle their social syntax with backhanded compliments, whispers behind the back, spread rumors, spread hate, who have a false sense of superiority spurned of pure insecurity—but rather grow into it, and suppress those around them with this toxic behavior.

yes yes. i can grow a thicker skin, but what they need is to grow the fuck up.

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