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andrewduckerIt's funny how easily emotion gets between you and where you want to go. The slightest thing (whether real of imagined) interjects itself into my consciousness and suddenly, rather than sending a perfectly cogent logical reply, I'm taking this piss and engaging in sarcasm of a non-productive variety.
It always feels provoked to me, but after doing it I'm usually left wondering why I did it at the time (well, it feels good, that's probably why). Of course, other people are like this too, and all it takes is one person to misinterpret the other, sarcasm ensues, sooner or later someone steps over the line and we're into a phase of snideness, then if we're not careful it's downhill all the way to nastiness and not returning emails.
Of course, this is a lot more common on the net, where there isn't the instant feedback from the other person to let you know that they didn't mean to imply that you have candyfloss for a brain, and you can tell from the look on their face that they were just kidding about you having all the taste of a rhinocerous.
But surely, at the age of 29, I ought to be able to deal with this kind of thing and not flare up. I'm sure I expected to be adult by now but I'm still waiting for the adulthood to kick in.
Oh well, maybe when I'm 30...
It always feels provoked to me, but after doing it I'm usually left wondering why I did it at the time (well, it feels good, that's probably why). Of course, other people are like this too, and all it takes is one person to misinterpret the other, sarcasm ensues, sooner or later someone steps over the line and we're into a phase of snideness, then if we're not careful it's downhill all the way to nastiness and not returning emails.
Of course, this is a lot more common on the net, where there isn't the instant feedback from the other person to let you know that they didn't mean to imply that you have candyfloss for a brain, and you can tell from the look on their face that they were just kidding about you having all the taste of a rhinocerous.
But surely, at the age of 29, I ought to be able to deal with this kind of thing and not flare up. I'm sure I expected to be adult by now but I'm still waiting for the adulthood to kick in.
Oh well, maybe when I'm 30...
