We are all an odd mixture. Shaped by the environment that we were raised in, coupled with the choices we have made along the way, and the inner working and processing of our soul, we are a complex set of personalities. No matter our personality there is always that tipping point where the ‘good’ can become ‘too much.’
We can be the driven person who accomplishes task after task and yet be unable to enjoy rest or appreciate the people who make our tasks functional and possible. We can be the person without a care in the world – too the point that bills don’t get paid, thus depriving ourselves of the ability to be care free. Balance is a word that we hear often and here’s a personal example of how I try to achieve some balance.
Out of the mishmash of my life and choices has come an inordinate dependence and enjoyment in scarcasm. I shall not speak for my siblings but if scarcasm were a dialect then the Harding household had its own personal dialect.
For me, I have found that a tendency towards scarcasm is a sign of a critical, and often, harsh spirit. Condemning would be a proper word.
For all the laughs that the Babylon Bee offers there is the side effect on my attitude and treatment of others and for me it isn’t worth the jokes.