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Though I knew how I got the title of Joker, I had yet to understand why people were obsessed with giving me their extra Joker cards. I wondered what they thought I would do with them and if they ever thought about how being labeled as the Joker made me feel. If they only asked about why I was always playing pranks and deflecting the attention away from myself, maybe they would ask me how I really was doing. How I felt. The only thing I understood was if I could make my family laugh, then maybe they wouldn’t cry.
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2 responses to “Joker”
That’s definitely an archetype in dysfunctional families. Maybe one day someone will take time to look behind the mask.
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Well done. There are jokers and then there are jokesters. We all have a role to play. 🙂
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