Throwing Pebbles

Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth. - Joseph Campbell

A PEBBLE IN A POOL
We just never know what effects our words will have. Here is a little story.

I was bantering with my roommate over the weekend. He had told me an old joke. Of course he loves to tell me jokes because I never can remember them, nor can I tell jokes myself. Thus, I am the ideal audience. The joke made us both laugh. It was not one of his most sophisticated offerings, so I teased him with a comment. "You are back in the third grade, huh?"
For the past few days, he has been checking this idea out with me. He might say, "So you think I am a third grader?" Or, "Well, that's what you get from a third grader." Etc. Though we have been married fifty years, I am still capable of inadvertently hurting his feelings.
My careless remark was engendered by his endearing Little-Boy enthusiasm for juvenile humor. Be careful of your words. The lake can have ripples on it for days.

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