No Filter

I am sarcastic. I have a strange sense of humor. My mind is usually in the gutter. I usually try to control this at work, but once I start feeling comfortable with people, this “real” side of me comes out. And quite often, people are surprised.

This nice, sweet, innocent girl with the wide-eyed look and contagious laugh is really a dirtbag 17-year-old boy?

Sadly, yes. It’s an interesting realization when it happens. I usually end up feeling badly about something I said and then wondering if I'd offended someone. I’m never rude, but perhaps... inappropriate? Yes, I guess you could call it that.

It’s a fine line between the attitude that I’m currently carrying: this is me. Take it or leave it. If you like me for me, awesome. If you’re easily offended, this isn’t going to work. I don’t always have a “filter.” Things fall out of my mouth all the time; sometimes, I wish I could take back. I make a comment to someone that I shouldn’t have made. My questions can be too intrusive.

Or maybe this (not the fact that I know sports trivia) is the reason I’m in this perpetually misunderstood state. Sigh.