I come from a very sarcastic family – my entire childhood is based on sarcasm. Now, I don’t know why, I just know we are. My granddad is from Gibraltar, and he has this saying that he keeps repeating to us all – Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.
Despite all of this, I never saw myself as being a particularly sarcastic person. During the previous weekend I have been called sarcastic not once, not twice, but three whole times from 3 different people. Why is this? – I ask myself. The first stage I went through was denial. I am not a sarcastic person. I don’t do sarcasm. Sarcasm isn’t my thing.
But it got me thinking – why would they perceive me as being sarcastic? What did I say? And for the life of me, I couldn’t recollect having said anything particularly sarcastic. I was just being myself. It occurred to me that in order to get to the bottom of this problem I couldn’t rely on my own instincts and judgment, seeing as they would be too subjective in this matter. I needed somebody who could be somewhat objective and who truly knew me as well. So I turned to my very best friend Lærke, who’s known me for as long as I can remember. When I asked her, her first response was to laugh. After she had cooled down a bit, she told me that, of course she thought I was a sarcastic person, but that was just who I was. After she said that, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I had to settle with the fact that my middle name now is Sarcasmo (my mothers idea of a joke) and just deal with it. And now, that I’m aware of my sarcasm I’ve learned to live with it.
Hi, my name is Liva and I am sarcastic.
