I am not a mean person. Really, I'm not. But for some reason Fetlife brings out the snarky side of me. Perhaps because there are so many clueless people out there who insist they are right despite all common sense. Some of my best online friends are the snarkiest bitches around. I LOVE watching them shred some puffed up dude or woman. Perhaps that does make me a mean person. Anyway, I was having entirely too much fun making little snarky comments and joining in the shredding.
Master decided he didn't like the direction I was going. He told me if I don't have anything nice to say I should say nothing at all. Be nice. Help people who ask for help.
Every time I write a post on FL now I'm reading it over three times or more to make sure I have de-snarked it. I find myself writing many posts and simply deleting them. Saying nothing. Master is getting into my head in an entirely new way the past couple of days. I'm committed to his desired result of becoming a nicer person, but like quitting any habit, the bumps along the way are sometimes painful as I stifle my snark-filled fingers.
He has allowed me the outlet of a little bit of private message snarking with my friends, or while talking to him, but I'm to limit that as well.
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