“The house is burning and the caretaker is calling for it to be repainted.”
That is the easiest way to describe this absurd proposal to rename the country.
Now imagine your lover doesn’t share your sense of humor. Each time you laugh, they ask, “what’s funny?”
No matter how you explain, they just don’t get it. And whenever you share something you find funny with them, they’ll reply, “and so?” “I don’t get it.”
While they want to be sombre and mourn over spilt milk, I have cleaned the floor and I’m laughing at the way the person slipped before spilling the milk.
Is it my fault for learning from the situation, accepting my fate, finding the funny, then moving on?