Gift of Gab

Two women met. They talked. One said to the other, "You're quite a glamourous, garrulous girl. You have a gift of gab. Was it how you got your man?" The other grunted and replied, "Yes, I talked him into submission."

You came up with the above joke which jibed with the theme, making everybody at the dinner table double over with laughter. In a moment of vanity and weakness, you sent, as a vixen put it, to everyone you could think of. Another old hag commented that she was busy and had no time to read items of frivolity. You quickly dashed off a reply that you were sorry and that she wouldn't receive such "items of frivolity again as now I know you are uber-serious. I didn't think the joke was risqué. It was, subjectively speaking, hilarious as hell, if hell ever can be funny.

We all march to different drummers. I temporarily forgot that. Sorry."

The hag's supercilious comment reminded you of JPS's cryptic and ironic remark, "Le serieux est un salaud" (A stuffy person is a jerk.)"

Words wound and hurt, sometimes very deeply and could destroy all incipient nice feelings of friendship. Of course, you have a mixture of comic and serious sense of life. Sometimes you let the comic take over, but only in brief, euphoric moments. Deep down, you carry a sense of loss and longing for the impossible.

Wissai