I saw a bumper sticker today that had that exact saying. I chuckled and in my head I agreed. I’m a chronic user of sarcastic mechanisms…and I get a lot of flak for it.

I had expected after so many years family and friends would eventually “get” my humor. Some have grown to appreciate it, or at least tolerate it. I’m fortunate to have many friends who embraced it from the beginning. However, there are still those in my life who don’t understand it, don’t appreciate it, and are flat-out offended no matter how small and innocent the sarcastic remark.

Reflecting on that fact, I further realized that those who are repulse by my moments of jest are typically those in my life I view as finding the least pleasure in their own life. The most serious, the most solemn, and disturbingly compliant are the members of my circle that don’t even applaud a well placed “That’s What She Said” during a conversation. Their brand of humor, in my eyes, is non-existent. I should find no surprise that sarcasm will not rate highly on their list.

Local councils are always creating days or weeks dedicated to celebrating culture, health, and other causes. There needs to be a week to rejoice in the simple and accessible method of humor we know as sarcasm. A vehicle to a more enjoyable life; a better way to live.