I am sarcastic but I offer nothing in the way of extenuating circumstances except the fact that I am able to mislead people of my personality just by uttering a few syllables.

I remember the very day that I became known as sarcastic. Even before that time, I always had the smart-alecky, ironic, and sometimes rude comments crossing my mind at the speed of light-I just never had the guts to actual voice those comments. One day, I had enough of the abundance of stupidity that seemed to surround me everywhere as I walked up and down the halls of my high school. I kept finding it harder and harder to keep all the pent up comments to myself. Then, one day in my freshmen English class, the fuse on my sarcastic, nuclear-like bomb exploded and I experienced my first ever sarcastic comment. There was this kid named George, a stereotypical class clown who would do anything to get people to laugh. Like clockwork, everyday he would say something stupid, and everyday, someone would sarcastically reply.

For the first ten minutes of our English class, our teacher always assigned us with bell ringers we had to work on by ourselves. Ironically, a new quarter had just begun and I was placed relatively close to the class-clown named George. One day during the bell ringer, he turned to me and said, “Hey, you wanna hear a joke?” to which I replied: “It’s okay, you’re a joke all by yourself.” Eight words was all it took to change my identity. The class erupted in laughter and I couldn’t help but smile. I silently cursed myself for waiting so long to voice the sarcastic comments that always seemed to be in my mind. To this day, George remains to be one of the most ignorant people I know, but for a couple minutes on the day I turned sarcastic, I could relate to him. I could see why he tried so hard to make people laugh, it felt good for people to recognize and appreciate your cleverness.

As I began to live my life through new eyes, I realized that sarcasm was all around me. I credit the way I am today because of my dad. Ever since I was little, I saw him as one of the most wittiest people I know. He never is at a loss for words and he can make you smile and laugh on the worst of your days. When I came home from that day in English class where I began to form my current personality I knew I had a long road ahead of me if I ever wanted to achieve the art of sarcasm.

But changes came, and I began to learn the ropes of sarcasm. I recognized that it was something that needed to be wisely, because in many cases, it can hurt people’s feelings. There is a very fine line between being funny and being mean, and I have often crossed that line. When you are sarcastic, there is no end to the possibilities of things you can say. There will always be a stupid person filled with a vast array of stupid comments.

But I am not tragically sarcastic. Many people view sarcastic people as jerks, and I can admit that some sarcastic people are. But the idea that everyone who uses sarcasm is a jerk is not the case. It is important when using sarcasm to use it correctly and to realize that many times sarcastic remarks can be made without even thinking about it. When using sarcasm, you must always remember who your audience is. Sarcasm, unfortunately, is not always appropriate in situations and unless you like being grounded or receiving a detention sometimes restraining yourself is necessary.

Someone is always there to remind me that I need to learn to control my tongue, and that someone is usually my mom. I love my mom and appreciate her more than words can explain but it is impossible to change the way I am. I feel like sarcasm is a superpower that just took a little while to develop. No, I wasn’t born sarcastic, but I can’t imagine my life without it. It makes my life interesting, having to always come up with a funny response to people’s comments. Sarcasm keeps me quick on my feet and is exercise for my mind. My life would be quite boring if I didn’t have sarcasm to keep me company.

The position of quiet people is much more difficult. They have never experienced the thrill of sarcasm. They keep to themselves, like I used to. If more people would take the leap of faith like I did, they would be greatly rewarded. It is important to speak your mind, and sarcasm is the way I accomplish that. If quiet people would use sarcasm, they could acquire lifelong skills like timing and wittiness.

I do not always feel sarcastic. I am able to have serious conversations and not make use of sarcasm. I think it is important to have a balance between being comical and being serious. No one likes a person who they can’t have a deep, meaningful conversation with. Sarcasm is my way of coping with the people around me, it is the way I remain sane. I use sarcasm to state my arguments, clarify my points, and to be funny.

I always have this vision when applying sarcasm to a situation. I see myself, flying high in the sky, wearing an outfit like a superhero. I have a gleaming “S” at the back of my cape which stands for Sharp-tongued Supergirl. As I fly into situations with ease, I make use of my infamous superpower-my rhetoric. I am able to diffuse combustable situations in the matter of seconds. By flying in the sky, I am able to see a wide range of situations and choose the ones I want to apply my selective skill set to. My words are always ready to save the day.