I can understand that it’s something that happens without one noticing… It’s engraved in the core of your culture. I can take it the first, the second, even the tenth time, but one day it’s going to hurt more than others, and it’s not going to be okay. Getting mad at me for not liking the humor just makes it worse — it diminishes my feelings; it makes it as if I were a prude, when in reality, I protect who I am.
Telling me I blow things out of proportion and getting insulted thinking I called you a racist is kind of the discrimination I endure day by they when jokes are thrown around… But I learn to take them. Open yourself up to think that, maybe for once you should apologize instead of getting mad. Open yourself up to accept that sometimes you do some things wrong, because you’re not perfect, but that you’re completely willing to accept it and partake in better behavior.
It hurts when anyone does it. But it hurts especially when it’s a dear friend.
Understand that some day, I beg you.