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Ramblings from an obese college student: Sarcasm and relationships

November 6, 2008

by Taylor Aswell

As I sat at my house thinking of what to write about, I got a call from one of my friends. What does this friend want to talk about? Absolutely nothing. As the anger began to build, I found myself not wanting to seem mad, but I did need to get off of the phone.

So the only natural thing left to do was to drop hints in the ancient form known as sarcasm.

Ah, sarcasm-you make everything right in the world.

To say that I am sarcastic is an understatement, as I cannot talk to anyone without dealing jab after jab of sarcastic punches directly to the face.

I wonder why people even hang out with me at times as even I begin to feel hurt by the things I say. Maybe it is a simple change in the tone of my voice or maybe it is a really dumb answer to a simple question, but either way I look at myself in the mirror and ask, “Why?”

As I began and ponder this thought, I started to look at the relationships I have with my friends and family.

While my sarcasm is all fine and dandy with people who know me, it can lead to very many a weird conversation with people in the real world.

For example, as I went out to eat with a group of friends I was surprised when I had to sit by the one person in the group that I did not know very well, and as we all know, when you sit by someone it leads to conversation.

As everyone at the table was talking, this person I did not know started to make conversation with me.

As she asked a simple question about what I like to do in my free time, I gave an answer that in hindsight was probably a little sarcastic.

From that moment on, I was given a look of confusion, anger and stupidity as it appears someone who doesn’t know you hates when you say you like to club baby seals in your free time.

I am not a psychology major by any means, but I am pretty sure saying stuff like that to people is a definite way to attract rude or weird people only.

It also doesn’t help with professors as I cannot sit in class and just be quiet. I am the guy whispering quiet comments to the person next to me [who doesn’t know who I am] all the while getting that “I hate you look” from my teacher.

Sarcasm was also the only thing that got me in trouble as a child. I never got in fights or snuck out, but I did whisper something smart alec to my dad, who-by the way-couldn’t hear anything unless it was something sarcastic.

After hearing all these stories, one might wonder why I stick with sarcasm. It appears to have ruined so much of my life, but, alas, I cannot quit.

I will forever be the cynical pessimist, but sometimes that is exactly what the world needs.

Taylor Aswell is a junior journalism major from Calhoun who serves as senior news editor for The Tech Talk. E-mail comments to twa009@latech.edu.

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