I’m not much on sarcasm. The rest of my family are all adept at the art of sarcasm…however, when I try to be sarcastic, it just sounds mean. Therefore, I swore off sarcasm decades ago.
As a result, or perhaps I was this way anyway, I don’t enjoy sarcasm coming toward me, either, so I informed my kids years ago that I am not an available target. I’ve never gotten the hang of the gracious deflection. So, I admit that I don’t enjoy sarcasm when it’s aimed at a person. It is, however, fun to sit by someone who has the art of gentle sarcasm that doesn’t sting or hurt, and they mutter little comments under their breath. (I’m thinking of you, Andrew!)
You’d think I could have come up with something more creative for S than this! :-)
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