buttercup

In real life, I'm a very sarcastic person. Very. VERY. I've been told it's something I inherited from my mom's dad -- I'll never know for sure, since he passed away when I was six? seven? eight? I'm also very cynical, very quick to assume someone is doing something for the least inspiring reason. This all probly has something to do with my experiences in school and beyond, and I will get over it eventually, but I'm trying to work on the sarcasm. It's hard, because it's been one of my main methods of communicating for so many years, and it helps me feel a lot more protected than being genuine does. Plus, some sarcasm is damn funny, no? But I overdo it a lot, I think, and I'd like to be a little more . . . warm, I guess. Also, I'd like Rabbit not to feel like that's the only way to communicate, to be so guarded. It's tricky. It's actually harder not to do all the work that being a sarcastic person takes, even though that doesn't make sense. It's harder to NOT look for that angle, the one that makes it all seem funnier and farther away to me. It makes me feel very weak and soft.

I don't know. I don't get very introspective here -- that's what my passworded journal at home is for, that and bad poetry, hee -- but honeybee's post made me think.