My Favorite Language

I enjoy a good use of sarcasm almost as much as I enjoy a good piece of chocolate. And to be honest, everyone who knows me will know it means that I'll enjoy it. A lot.

Thankfully for me, I'm surrounded by masters of the delicious art that is the use of sarcasm.

And I love it.

God bless my friends... although, I have some other friends that, for their life, can't never tell the difference (i.e... No, Becca, I am not talking about you). Those poor, unfortunate souls make me really sad. And I am not being sarcastic, I promise.

Anyways, the witty replies, the intended puns and the double meaning behind most of what's being said makes a conversation much more funnier than it should be, not matter the topic, no matter the person you're talking with.

Really, I'm serious, try it.

Speaking sarcasm it's like speaking a totally different language that not everyone gets, and that even less people appreciates. Which makes it way cooler, in my opinion. People tends to react pretty bad when they don't understand what's going on around them (also known as the reason why we have so many wars all over the place, too). Sadly, instead of educating themselves and try to comprehend us –evil masters minds that plan to take over the word with a foreign, and more advanced (duh!) language... or so they say– they just snap and call us rude without a real reason.

Which makes them rude by default, but you know, whatever.

Therefore, we –the pretty awesome people that speak more sarcasm than English on a daily basis– should encourage the rest of the world to open their mind, let loose on the sensibility levels, remove the stick out of their... heads and enjoy life a little (because maybe that's the key to happiness, or at least, that's the key to find one of the weird and bittersweet kind of happiness).

So, go for it! Be sarcastic, as much as you can, and make the others around you either join you or hate you. A pretty healthy advice, if you ask me, because I'm pretty sure you won't regret it. 

At all.