I’m not very good at Tweeting and Facebook-ing, and I think I’ve figured out why. Sarcasm. If I had to describe myself in one word, it would be “sarcasm”. I don’t know how not to be sarcastic.
Recently, a friend of mine posted a new picture to Facebook. It was a great picture and her hair looked fantastic. She’s very proud of her hair. Our mutual friends and acquaintances were liking it, commenting on how good she looked, and how good her hair looked. I wanted to comment as well, so I typed, “What happened to your hair?” Before I clicked enter, I stopped and considered what I’d written and how catty that would sound to everyone. Not to my friend, of course, she would understand. She would laugh. But, to everyone else, I would sound like a dick. So, I deleted my comment and didn’t say anything.
A family member who’s in France posted on Twitter that she had visited a perfume factory (I think she meant parfum [see what I mean]), was eating watermelon on the beach, and drinking wine. My Tweeted reply was, “What, no chocolate?” then I did hit enter. When I saw my reply in print, it made me appear small, tacky, and jealous. I’m not small and tacky, and I’m very happy for her. For some reason, I just couldn’t say that.
This is why I rarely Tweet or comment on Facebook: I just don’t have the chops for being nice. I’m working on it. It’s a twelve-step program and I just took the first step.