Humor

I love to laugh. I enjoy a funny joke. However, as a native (albeit long-time expat) New Yorker, I’m probably a serious exception to the rule given my strong dislike of sarcasm. For me, sarcasm is always at the expense of someone else. This is in contrast to dry and/or wry witticisms, or sardonic irony, and even parody. For me, sarcasm has always seemed rude, and the on-purpose set-up to embarrass someone who’s sole guilt is being vulnerable. (Tag; you’re it, mfkr…)

In my writing I strive to be civil and express thoughts which I’ve consciously vetted for insensitivity, inaccuracy or being otherwise antisocial.  My perspective is that there is way too much mean-spiritedness in the world, and I want to minimize my contribution to that reality. I already struggle with the tendency to “take the bait” and lose my temper. I have that much of my native Brooklyn running like high octane through my cerebral machinery where I can go from chill old-school hippie to medieval warrior way too easily. I’m mindful to keep alert of the warning signs.