Is that a choice?!!
Being nice works better than sarcasm. So, I’ve experienced (especially with the Indian crowds, myself included) but I am so handicapped, I’ve actually begun to find pride in my warped (and slightly demented) sense of humor.
I love being happy, it takes me no second thought to be so, it comes to me completely naturally. What I really like is seeing others be happy. I believe in true optimism, in face of even the worst adversity… my favourite blogs are naturally those which are infused with positive thinking and staying content inspite of whatever kind they write. My posts also reflect a kind of good feeling through out… even though, my cathartic ones may be a bit off the meaning of ‘feeling good’, nevertheless, I staunchly believe in spreading goodwill and happiness.
But even my life depends on it, I just can’t write nice !!!
As much as I try to sweet and nice and doting and loving and adorable and… and… (on goes the list) well, you get my drift… all I manage to do is end up with a satire (if you can call it that)!
Well, to do myself justice, I am not at all sarcastic only towards others… if you don’t believe me, you can check any other post of mine, you won’t miss the self-depreciating tone.
Being ‘oh-sho-shweet’ completely sickens me but if it could get me readers I would gladly try to be so, at least it’s better than the plaintive whining that I resort to! Well, again I’m handicapped, being sweet is not one of my best character traits!
So, I can’t be nice. I can’t do sweet. I’m sarcastic and rude, and will probably end up offending the only reader stumbling upon my blog by accident. No wonder, I get no comments, have no followers (the ones I coerced into joining don’t count :P)… I refuse to attribute the sad truth to the supposition that I don’t write! I just don’t cater to my audience is it… hmmph!
So, I guess I’m left with my whining!
N.B. I am actually a very “nice” person to know, you know, the goody-goody types, who’ll listen to you and all… but this is my blog and I should have some bragging rights, ain’t it? Even if I malfuncton, I also like being flattered and adored and followed and wow-ed… well, you get my drift.