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The Unfunny Truth: When Sense of Humour Becomes a Wall, Not a Bridge

 

Introduction

Every family has that one character—loud, proud, and convinced that their sense of humour is unmatched. They crack jokes no one laughs at, take offence when corrected, and live in a bubble where they’re always right. But what happens when this humour becomes a barrier instead of a bond?

Let’s explore this through a reflective family story, drawn from many real homes, where laughter doesn’t always bring joy.


The Tale of Uncle Sami

In a warm Emirati home nestled near the outskirts of Al Ain, the Al Mazrouei family gathered every Friday. Tea was poured, sambousek passed around, and conversations floated like incense in the majlis.

Then came Uncle Sami — the self-declared king of comedy.

What do you call a man who never listens? My nephew!” he’d yell, pointing at poor Omar who had just scored top marks in school.

Laughter? Awkward silence. The joke had no soul. But Uncle Sami, as always, laughed alone.


The Laugh That Never Landed

Week after week, the same cycle repeated.

Sami would:

  • Interrupt serious conversations with tone-deaf jokes.
  • Imitate others’ accents or mock family members, all under the veil of “light humour.”
  • Get visibly upset if someone said, “Uncle, maybe that wasn’t funny…”

You kids don’t understand real humour. In my time, people had thick skin.

But what no one dared say was this: Sami’s humour wasn’t funny—it was outdated, inconsiderate, and borderline insulting.


The Attempt to Change

One day, Layla, his niece, sat beside him and said gently,

“Uncle, can I share something? Sometimes the jokes feel more like jabs. It hurts. Maybe if we just… reworded it or saved them for a lighter moment?”

Sami’s smile froze.
So now you all want to cancel your own uncle? Next, you’ll say I can’t speak at all!

The room went silent.

That’s the problem with people who mistake ego for humour — they take correction as rejection. And they weaponise victimhood.


Why Mindsets Like Sami’s Don’t Change Easily

The truth is: people like Sami often:

  • Tie their identity to being “the funny one.”
  • Fear irrelevance, especially in changing family dynamics.
  • Resist correction because it feels like an attack on their core.

They believe:

“If I admit I was wrong once, I’ll lose every argument ever.”

So they defend, deflect, and deny—because changing the joke means changing themselves.


The Silent Strain

Over time, family members start avoiding real talk.
Laughter becomes forced. Visits shorten. WhatsApp groups dry up.

And Uncle Sami? He still cracks jokes, but now, mostly to himself.
He wonders why no one laughs anymore—unaware that it wasn’t the world that became too sensitive.

It was he who refused to evolve.


So What Do We Do?

Let’s be real—you can’t change someone who’s not ready to be changed.
But you can:

  1. Set boundaries: “Uncle, let’s not joke about people today.”
  2. Redirect with humour: “Haha, let’s save that one for open mic night!”
  3. Protect your peace: Excuse yourself calmly when it gets too much.
  4. Lead by example: Share thoughtful humour. It might catch on.

Final Words

Humour should connect, not cut.
It should uplift, not isolate.
And the greatest comedians? They know when to listen.

So if you have a “Sami” in your life, remember—not every wall can be broken with words, but every boundary you draw builds a safer home.


🧕🏽 Note from the Writer:
If this story unintentionally reflects any person’s reality or offends cultural values, I offer sincere apologies. The goal is empathy, not insult.

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