Calculated Snark ...
I am. I can be. Snark happens.
But I like to think that it's a reflex. I like to think that I don't engage in premeditated snark, that I don't sit around thinking up ways to be a jerk.
There's a page on Facebook that is worthy of a post of its own, which I will write tomorrow, perhaps, but what you need to know for the purposes of this entry is that there are more than 3,000 members of this particular group, and almost every message I've read on the wall has been effusively kind.
One person took the time to join the group just to post a really mean comment.
What's that about?
How pathetic do you have to be to join an environment of kindness just so you can soil it with invective?
Pretty pathetic, apparently.
Like there's not enough strife in the world. Like there aren't newscasts full of bad news.
But there's also a lot of good in the world, very often in very small packages, in one moment or one person. So shines a good deed in a weary world.
How sad that there are those who feel the need to try to douse those points of light.
All the more reason, then, to up the kindness quotient whenever possible.