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Truthful Tuesday

Frequent sarcasm depletes me and I know it. Most of the time, I embrace it out of laziness, not cleverness. I don’t select it; I’m stuck with it. It’s a powerful tool I misuse absurdly often, considering the values I purport to hold. I consider this more often than I’m comfortable with, given my concurrent reluctance to change the behavior. These may be the voices of Catholic guilt and self-flagellation. (Sup, super-ego?) But when my most persistent concern is that my contributions to the world be constructive and mindfully made, it feels increasingly dumb to keep writing myself hall pass after blinding hall pass.