My momma always told us, "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar."
Now, I don't know about you, but I don't care for flies. And why in the name of goodness would I want to catch them?! I know what it means: you can get farther/obtain more by being nice than not. I'm not saying Momma is wrong, but I'm not so sure she's right either.
I've been nice--that bend-over-backwards, sweet-Southern-belle, sugary-sweet, gagging nice. (Don't laugh! I really have!) And frankly, all it got me was being a doormat. I've gone the other direction--in-your-face, shut-the-hell-up, kiss-my-grits bitch. (You can disagree here...I'm waiting...still waiting...oh, never mind!) All that got me was trouble.
Here's where we hit the happy medium, walking that line somewhere between sweet little angel and total bitch. I like to think I do okay at it, but it's a struggle. It goes against my nature to be argumentative and blunt. STOP LAUGHING! I really am uncomfortable in that role. I SAID STOP! But there have been times, many times that I've been forced to be that woman. And then, I feel that Southern belle guilt. It's like no other. I promise you, if you've never experienced it, it's worse than the guilt that makes you want to buy your kid a pony because you made him cry.
I'm not sure if we are born with that guilt or if it just seeps into our pores after a while. Nature or nurture? Anyway, I digress. I just know it's there. Some keep it buried WAY down deep. Some let it out more than we like. And then there are the ones like me, who become sarcastic. REALLY sarcastic. (I know, I've shocked you again!...Have you recovered?...Are you okay?) In fact, you could say the struggle between "catching flies" and full-on bitch mode, leads to sarcasm. (Don't you like how I justified that?)
The moral of the story? Don't try to catch flies with honey unless you want to join the Sarcastic Society. Just kidding, I don't believe there's a society named that yet... But when there is, I'll be president!
Happy reading! Keep smiling!