Witty Sarcasm

Sarcasm, it is the bane and the bread of my existence, or maybe it is witticism.
Either way it seems to seep from my pores and balances, oh, so delicately on the tip of my tongue. Occasionally it gets me in more trouble than its worth, but usually it worth a pretty penny… without it what would I do?
I suppose I would be one of those overly ‘cute’ girls who just seem to act like idiots so people will like them. But I could care less about people liking me.
Well I probably shouldn’t say that, I suppose that is my cynicism coming through, lets just say that I like people who like me, and a few who don’t, but I’m not going to let it keep me awake at night if someone doesn’t care for me or my personality.
I can understand the fact that one, cannot be liked by everyone, nor should one strive for that, because if you try to please everyone you will only become discouraged at the proposition, or you become fake. And fake is something I hope I will never be, misunderstood, I am all the time, which is disconcerting at times but definitely not the end of the world, things always seem to work out as they should and sometimes better.
Actually for me, things almost always tend to be much better than I’d hoped, although the getting there is not often the most pleasant path in life but, good things come to those who wait, I think that I’m getting pretty good at this waiting thing. I’ve gotten some pretty decent results thus far in my life, and I’m holding out more. Only the best, the best friends, family, school, jobs, guy… yeah, I can handle that.
Some people say I have a bad attitude towards life or things in general, but I feel that I must disagree to these sentiments. I am not unhappy in life, I’ve been pretty blessed, unfortunately its hard for other people to get that I’m really excited about life and other things, simply because I don’t often display too many emotions the way that most people normally do.
Here’s a hint. Look for ‘smart’ comments and wry smiles and that will tip you off that I’m excited or amused at any rate. I’m trying to be more outwardly upbeat, and friendly but if I don’t catch on right away its because, I’m no cheerleader and it’s not as if I have an extra reservoir of superficial cheeriness to spread around, but I am trying… not to be a cheerleader, by any means, but…nicer to say the least.