Soooo, I was sitting on The Kid again last night – the same one as last week. And it has now become abundantly apparent that 6 year olds do not understand sarcasm. Nor are they fabulous with hyperbole. After that light bulb moment (funny story: she actually turned on the light above my head as I was thinking this) I realized I have no idea how to communicate outside of sarcasm and extreme exaggeration.
People had mentioned this to me in the past but I had always brushed it off as either not being true or being completely irrelevant. I can be sincere. Really I can. But why would I want to be? Sarcasm is a way of life, a calling. It’s my joie de vivre! My raison d’etre! Can you imagine a life without sarcasm? I sure can’t. (Apparently I can be sincere but I can’t even write without hyperbolic embellishment…)
So for approximately 2 hours last night I had to converse in a more conventional (read boring) manner. I think I kind of failed. It ended up being a lot of hand gestures and non-verbal communication. Without sarcasm I’m apparently at a loss for words. Meh. I’m not too worried about it though. I only poked myself in the eye once so it was a good night. (My non-verbal communication tends to involve some violent flailing of the extremities. Hyperbole of the arms, if you will. C’est la vie.)