No Patience for Pleasantries

Sometimes I'm just so tired of being polite. I'm an extremely informal person and when I feel myself being extra polite and keep refraining from spouting out a sarcastic comment or two, I feel like I'm slipping into this vacuous chasm and if you were to peer deep into my eyes you would see my inner self slowly dying and all you would be left with is a stale outer shell of me. I am generally a nice person and I appreciate others being nice too but I sometimes find over-sensitivity to be a fault. And over-politeness makes me ill. And you know, sometimes I just want to be snarky. Can't I be snarky? And please, PLEASE don't hold back if you have something sarcastic to say. I rejoice in others being real and relish that moment when I meet someone who catches those little nuances in the things that I say. There's an unspoken understanding that they are cool, I am cool, and that we ought to be friends. So you know, I'm not going to hold back anymore. I'm just going to say what I feel. Go ahead and take me seriously when I'm being facetious. If you think I'm a jerk, go ahead, and good day to you, sir!!