My name is Crystal, and I'm a snarkaholic. Whenever I'm down, tired, or overworked, I turn to snark. It's easy, and it makes me smile. Viciously. But hey! Sometimes I'll simply take what I can get.
Being snarky helps release the pressure in my wee, little brain when I've had a really hellacious time of it. I'm in full snark mode now. I've secluded myself for the emotional safety of others. Snark comes easy to me. I usually have to hide my snark under a bushel when around groups of people. And sometimes I find myself being a closet snark.
When on a snark bender, I try to give plenty of warning. A snark alert sounds, and all innocent bystanders flee in terror.
What is it that makes one turn to snark? I don't know. And I really don't care.
Give me another round and make it a double.
10 months ago