What is a joke?

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We've laughed at 'em. Light bulb jokes. Knock knock jokes. Ha ha. I'm a writer. I admit it. I've written minor journalistic pieces-published and paid for- earned me a fake wrought iron fence. I've written poetry and short stories. Most that were published earned me just a spot in a compilation shared by others. Made my Mom smile. A couple of times my work went overseas in a feminist pagan magazine. So today I think about jokes. I think about sarcasm. I think about dignity. I think about how I'd like to be spoken to. And how I'd like others to hear me speak. I think about how I could cause another human to smile rather than frown. Today I found a small town clinic that answered my call. My left eye is inflamed. Three hours later they had me in their clinic. Kindness oozed everywhere. Antibiotics were prescribed. And know what?? I am pretty sure both my angel medics were gay. That small town clinic advertizes that they are safe for gay people, trans people etc. etc. What a sad world!!!!! Those two lovely gentlemen have felt the need to form a pocket for the gay community. Made me wonder even as I headed out the door, feeling cared for. AND listened to. Goddess bless them both. The antibiotics are kicking in even as I feel a warm glow from visiting them.