On Sarcasm (Part 1)

Yes. I feel like a blonde cheerleader when I'm high on sarcasm, but I don't know about you.

I don’t like to use the word “hate” a whole lot, but I hate sarcasm.  I’ve hated that bitter humor for a while, for various reasons.  Sarcasm is inherently insincere.  Sarcasm is a cheap, easy laugh, often at the expense of someone else.  Sarcasm is made to undermine one person in order to uphold another.  Even the lightest touch of sarcasm is rooted in cruelty.  I hate it, hate it, hate it!

Have you ever been the recipient of sarcasm?  Of a comment tinged with insincerity?  And then everyone else laughs along? It doesn’t feel too good, unless you’re extremely good at letting things roll off your back.  I’m ashamed to say it, but I’m terrible at that, so sarcasm is a really good way to make me feel insecure.  After having been the recipient of these kinds of jokes I can’t imagine why anyone would treat another person in such a way.

So to combat sarcasm, I try hard to not use any myself.  I’ll be the first to admit that it’s SUPER hard to not use because it is the lowest form of humor.  But I try really hard! Sometimes if someone is being especially sarcastic, I’ll try to be extra happy.  Happy with a special dose of sweetness and sparkly! I’ll also try to not go along with the sarcasm in any way.  I’ll try not to laugh at it.

Here are the problems though folks!

First of all, happiness is like ambrosia to sarcasm, so being happy is a little like feeding the beast.  I don’t know why happiness seems to translate to air-headedness, weakness, or stupidity, but it always seems that the more happy you try to act, the more of a target you become.  (But don’t use that as an excuse to be depressed. happy people are way cool. Always.)

Second of all, not laughing.  Here’s my problem.  Who likes killjoys who get offended all the time? People like killjoys even less than they do sarcasm! So, if the sarcasm is directed at me, I will laugh along heartily and “take it in stride”. I’m a cool girl! I can make fun of myself, especially since I must have just said some really hopelessly brain-dead, saccharine thing in order to deserve mockery!  I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way.  I believe I’ve been a witness to this same thing with many of my peers, who laugh along when others laugh at them.  In reality,  I think they are tired of being the butt of every joke.

No one really likes to feel as if they’ve said something hopelessly stupid.  Certainly not me! Usually I’ll feel really embarrassed inside for a long time after, especially if the sarcasm came from someone I wanted to impress.  I understand that most sarcasm is probably unintentional, and perhaps I am too thin-skinned.  But it is sarcasm nonetheless, and I am going to try my darn-tootingest to not laugh, not get offended, and be secure in what I say.

By the way, I’m going to be a little sexist here and say that men are ten times worse at using sarcasm than women are.  Although I’ve met quite a few sarcastic women, I’ve seen the most (granted, probably unintentionally) cruel mockery come from the mouths of males. Old, young, married, single.  Either sarcasm is irresistible to the stronger sex, or I really am that silly and stupid!

And you really, REALLY don’t know agony until you get verbally put down by a guy you like. *shudder*

I got a FREE SHIRT!

Went to the PAMS (Physical and Mathematical Sciences) Open House at big state U the other day and won THIS shirt in the Statistics department’s trivia challenge!

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Did you know NC State’s original colors were pink and blue?

PINK and blue?

This just makes my jovial dislike of UNC even greater now! :) Any good thing about NCSU automatically counts as a point AGAINST UNC.  It is, quite literally, the University of Oregon of North Carolina.

Look at this you guys. It’s becoming more and more legit with each passing day.

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The Stats department at NCSU is the oldest in the nation. it was started in 1941, which is when World War II happened, which is just about as awesome as it gets.

Also, I found this on Pinterest, and am going to be making it ASAP, as any good stats major should.  The person who made it used ‘R‘ to make the pattern. Words can’t even describe how LEGIT THIS IS.

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Go buy one on Etsy : NausicaaDistribution

Also here is Kiwi, because she is cute and very soft and happened to be in the vicinity. Hugs for Kiwi.

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whooschzeapwettykittyhuh?

 

 

Doodle of the Day

Sometimes when you’re studying for Linear Algebra, the 2012 election just seems a little more pressing.  I was pretty generous, even included a bit of Ron Paul and Whitney Houston’s nose.  Can you tell which candidate I’m most excited about?  More importantly, can you tell me how to find the column space of a matrix?

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Krispy Kreme Run 2012

OH MY WORD IT WAS SO FUN!!!

What a blast seriously, I can’t wait to do it again next year!

If you are unaware, the Krispy Kreme Run is THIS and it is so, so legit.

So it started out kind of rough because we sprinted and jumped a half-mile’s worth all over the NCSU campus in a frenzy trying to find the packet-pick-up tent 5 minutes before the race began.  I was freaking out and was so worked up that I thought I was gonna cry, but cry I did not and we found it in the nick of time and the sprint turned out to be a really good warm up!

Upside down number cause of the aforementioned stressful frenzy

The morning was so gorgeous! There was a nice chill in the air, perfect for running, TONS of people around (7700!) and a lot of cool costumes to keep us alert:

Christian ran ahead, so Mom and I decided to walk the whole way.  One MAJOR BIG DEAL half-marathon a year gives us a lot of slack I think!

Anyway, I learned something today.  I learned that the best part about being the slowest one in a loop race is that as you are getting TO the destination, all the buffest people are going BACK, and that’s just something to be thankful for.  There were plenty of buff men with handsome faces about, some of them be-shirted, others not.  I took full opportunity to encourage these super brave men in their journey, with lots of thumbs up and yelling and yes, even some winking thrown in.  Mom might have been a little embarrassed, but what can I say?

I’m an opportunity taker.

Well we got to the Krispy Kreme store eventually and a beautiful person gave Mom and me a box of donuts each!

I WAS SO PSYCHED YOU GUYS YOU SEE??!!?

There were crazy awesome people EVERYWHERE (like everywhere, everywhere) with 3 crushed donuts  in each palm, eating like there was no tomorrow!  These people were awe-inspiring, but the moments of awe were ruined by loud grunts and groans and burps. Pretty grody.

donut corpses... respect

Mom had no donuts and I ate one because we are both delicate females who are also super wimpy.  We carried our boxes the rest of the way through downtown Raleigh.  That was nice.  The finish line was guh-loriously disgusting and kind of slick with vomit, but it was so worth it to finish. SO FUN! All of it!

VICTORY!

Now, the Krispy Kreme Challenge was super cray in a good way, but I did notice one thing about it that could use improvement.

In Oregon when we ran the half, people were cheering each other on, yelling into each other’s ears, pounding each other on the back!  You let out a whoop, you got one in return, and vice versa! Everyone was excited to be running and they were all helping to build on each others’ (other’s?) enthusiasm.  It was just the way to participate in a great race!

That was what I was expecting for this race.  Actually I was expecting even more of that because it is a FIVE MILE COLLEGE FUN RUN WITH DONUTS.

So I yelled at like everyone, especially the cute guys, and like clapped and all that because things were SO EXCITING and you know what I got?

Like NOTHING is what I got!  If it is possible to have awkward silences during a race, then the awkward silences I got during this race were awkward silences beyond compare.  I don’t know if people think it’s just not cool to yell and be excited about something or what.  Maybe they were all snobby Cary-ites.  Anyway all I know is that people were generally being really boring and not at all supportive of enthusiasm.

It was pretty much the subdued march of the bland and uninteresting.

‘Cept for these guys.  I fell in MAD love with them.  They totally roared back and pretended to chop people’s heads off with their cardboard swords. So awesome. :

Buncha Spartan babes

SO overall it was an amazing race!  Next year Christian and I have decided to dress up in a big way and  form a team!  Who knows, maybe we’ll even eat an acceptable amount of donuts.  We’ll be legitimate NCSU students by then, so I’m assuming that eating a non-wimpy amount of donuts is obligatory.