Do you try to suppress those sarcastic remarks that leap into your mind?
If only my parents would have confiscated that bio of Dorothy Parker that I was toting around back in eighth grade. But, maybe, only a genetically predisposed sarcastic child would have enjoyed that book...so it was probably too late. Now it’s way too late. But I’m working on broadening the gap between the thought and the tongue. Baby steps.

According to the test I’m pretty nice. But I could be more kind. I’ll try. Just don’t make me give up my sarcasm. It’s a gift. Of sorts. But like kung fu, marksmanship and possession of a seven-octave vocal range, it is a gift that needs to be disciplined and respected for its destructive potential.