Some Negative Humor

For spring break this year I went with my boyfriend and a bunch of his fraternity brothers to Destin, Florida. We rented a five-story house right on the beach, which was pretty awesome. Literally the beach was our backyard, but that's beside the point of this blog. Spending a week in a big house full of fraternity boys was fun and different from anything I have ever experienced before. I lived with my sister when I came to TCU in an apartment close to campus and now I live alone with my cat and chihuahua. So I have never had more than one roommate or a roommate that was not family, let alone a roommate of the opposite sex. Don't worry I wasn't the ONLY girl in the house....there were two others! I got to know the two other girls a little bit when they weren't somewhere with their boyfriends. For me, getting along with boys is easier than getting along with a bunch of girls. That's probably because my sister and I are the only girls in a big family of boys. Basically all of my cousins are boys and I grew up on a ranch out in the middle of nowhere west Texas. I'm used to dirty boys.

Anyway, back to the reason for this blog post. I heard and experienced and participated in A LOT of negative humor. I can't count the amount of jokes that were said at the expense of one of our fellow TCU spring break crew. It didn't bother me. I'm pretty sure it didn't bother anyone else either. Of course, I was a focal point of some of the jokes. No big deal.

The best situation that I can describe as an example of some of the negative humor from spring break happened when my boyfriend, three of his brothers, and I were driving back to Fort Worth. Somebody mentioned the Thursday night occurrence that involved one of our friends after everyone got back to the house after hitting the bars. I will give you a little background information first. He had brought a girl back from the bar. Everyone was kind of hanging out on the fifth floor which was the kitchen and living area. After a little while, the girl got a phone call from one of her friends. She ends up leaving much to the dismay of our friend. I had gone down one floor to my room to go to bed before she left, but did I hear about when she did. Our friend proceeded to scream and shout in anger (not aimed at the girl) that she had to leave. You can probably assume why he was angry that the end of the night came so quickly. I could hear our disappointed yelling and stomping and throwing a temper tantrum upstairs for a good 45 minutes. I could not go to sleep! I think he could have woken the houses around us if it wasn't for the sound of the waves outside.

So, this is what started about an hour rant on our friend in the truck. We all reenacted how he sounded and what he said numerous times. We pointed out other funny things he did that night and the rest of the week for that matter. We passed our time making fun of him. If I think about it now it is a little mean and sad. Our friend is not unaware of us poking fun at him about this certain incident, however. He has laughed with us since then about how ridiculous he was that night. Does that make the truck ride laughing session about him ok? I'm not sure.