On Christmas 2014, I received one of my
all-time favorite Christmas gifts. It’s a gray t-shirt (in a size smaller than
I usually wear) with large white lettering that proudly states, “NEXT SARCASTIC
COMMENT IN.” The countdown underneath is in bright red numbering, and goes like
this, “3… 2… 1…”
There is something so wrong (and
offensive) about this shirt, but I love it. How do you take your wife telling
you she just had to get this for you no matter size? What does it say about me
that I know the shirt is true of me, and I’m not bothered by it? I embrace
sarcasm (just ask my family).
You would seldom find me being sarcastic
(or rude) to strangers, friends or extended family. As wonderful as my mother
is, she has been known (at times in her past) to have the ability to verbally
put someone in their place. I got the ability to do be assertive) both verbally
(from mom) and in writing (God-given ability). I think sarcasm with my wife and
daughter is something I have developed as a protection (and defense mode).
Sarcasm with both my wife and daughter
accomplishes nothing but a large argument where lots of things are said that no
one really believes. I can say over much of the stuff I argue about in a much
less abrasive way. Why don’t I? sarcasm is a cop out. It’s a lazy man’s rout of
escape. Eliminating sarcasm in our world is something we should all strive to
do. There would be a lot fewer flared tempers, and the world would be a much
happier place.
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