I'm sarcastic. I'm not just sometimes sarcastic, like in awkward situations where I feel on the defensive or in other scenarios where I'm tying to hide my true emotions. No, I'm always sarcastic, through and through, to the core, and right down to my very bones.
And, because of this personality trait, things are difficult for me when it comes to dealing with those who don't speak in sarcasm. I'm not sure why one wouldn't, but I digress.
As a sarcastic woman, there some struggles that come with the territory. Daily struggles that I can't escape, and if you're a sarcastic person, as well, you know exactly the pains of which I speak.
Of course, this does not mean I'll be amending myself anytime soon, but I would like to take a moment to get some of these struggles off of my chest.
Although it's the furthest from the truth.
Again, it's the furthest from the truth.
Well, that's their problem not yours.
Which can be trying, because, you know, life.
And, man, does that get old fast.
(Even when they totally are!)
Get some therapy, if you're that insecure about what I say.
Sometimes you just don’t have to jump up and down, and smile to be happy.
Even after knowing me for a decade some of my friends don't get it.
But that's the way you prefer it.
But boy, oh boy, do they feel like idiots afterward.
Go ahead. Ask me one more time why I’m sarcastic all the time. Do it!
Unless, of course, you find a fellow sarcastic person.
If only you had a penny for every time you had to apologize to a moron.
Because you pretty much are.
Well, at least your incessantly ability to pick up on our sarcasm.