Have any of you ever been embarrassed by your family? I’m reminded of this by encounters with current teenagers with whom I have had engaged in substantive and fulfilling conversations prior to entry into their years of double digits.
I was embarrassed way before my teen age years. Previous posts about my older brother should give the reader new to my blog, some explanatory background. I used to go through the neighborhood incognito so no one would recognize me.
Ironically, the first year of adulthood, in Jewish tradition coincides with the first year of teenager-hood. In my case, it was the year that I decided that nothing in the whole world was funny any more. My younger brother got me a 5-year subscription to MAD magazine. Since it was so dark and irreverent, I actually found it to be hilarious, in a hyper, manic kind of way that yielded nervous laughter, which could easily turn to unstoppable tears.
I suppose that time solved a lot of these issues. However, I still have that dark sense of humor. For instance, did you hear this one? A baby seal walked into a club…