be nice

I am a sarcastic person. My wit is dry, dry, dry and has been for as long as I can remember.
A snappish remark here, a sassy retort there, a poison-laced joke quickly taken back with a sugary sweet “I’m just kidding!”, it’s just natural! Sarcasm dances on the tip of my tongue at all times, anxiously waiting for the ideal opportunity to unleash itself, much to- and I was blissfully unaware of this until recently- the collective exasperation of my friends and family.
Because as it turns out, sarcasm is in fact hurtful, more so than it is humorous. Unfortunately, I was not aware of the extent to which I used sarcasm, and the affect it has on others’ perceptions of the type of person I am.
When used in moderation or in the right moment, just about anyone can appreciate a good sarcastic remark. But I am just too dependent on it. Too sarcastic, too snappy, and too impulsive with my words to let my sense of humor remain as it now.
Sarcasm is mean, and mean is not something I want to be. So it’s time for me to start truly thinking before I speak.

“You know” the girl sitting across from me in class sighed, “I wish I could tell you things without you going and telling everyone.” For some reason, that comment stung. It conveyed the subtle, yet glaring message that I was not viewed as a kind, trustworthy individual by this girl and who knows who else. I don’t care for this girl at all, mind you, but something inside of me snapped when she said that.
“You can tell me. I won’t say anything to anyone.” I ushered her over. After a few more seconds of coaxing, she spilled the secret and I assured her that no one besides me would find out. And you know what? I meant it.
Even people you cannot stand deserve kindness.

Good karma is good.