I tend to be a very sarcastic person. I'm not sure why, but I use it for many occasions. I use it when I'm mad, when I'm excited, nervous, happy, overwhelmed, overjoyed, anxious, unsure, confused, furious, sleep-deprived, and elated.
So . . . .pretty much always.
I especially use it when I'm uncomfortable or feel very awkward. For example, if I'm meeting a person for the first time there's a good change their first impression of me is that I'm sarcastic. If I'm with people that intimidate me, they're going to think I'm sarcastic.
Sometimes I feel bad 'cause this little habit of mine could easily be misconstrued as negativity, when it's really just me trying to diffuse my insecurity.
Another trait that goes hand it hand with my overblown sarcasm is my tendency to exaggerate. If I'm telling a story, there's an 83% chance that I'm exaggerating a smidgeon. If I'm annoyed at someone, and perhaps I'm venting about said person's stupidity, there's a fair chance that I may be exaggerating. Fairly small chance, 'cause there are some inept people out there, but a fair chance all the same.
I'm not a perfect person, and this is where I'm supposed to say something along the lines that I will try to do better, and express a desire to change. . . but I'm not convinced I can. Not quite sure I have the ability in me to be less sarcastic.
At least I recognize it though, right?
Right?
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This is why I love you Breen. Your sarcasm makes me so happy. We are kindred spirits. My sister still can't tell when I'm sarcastic.
At least you can admit it. That is half the battle. :)
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