An appeal to the snark

Dear Denizens of the Universe,

As a breathing being with a sentient mind, I have been known to make observations.  The world turns, the birds chirp in the bushes, and people walk by and piss me off, make me giggle, make me cry.  This happens on a day to day basis.  

Don't get me wrong.   I am not a particularly angry or misanthropic individual.   You won't see me muttering frustrated gibberish around a grocery store like a disgruntled live-action Looney Tunes character.   Most of the time, I compose myself with a bit of a shrug--the universal expression of neutrality, of tolerance, and of nonchalance.

But:

 I am a people watcher.   I plop myself down in coffeeshops and in bars, in parks and in shopping malls and I amuse myself with social imaginings.   I am a terrible eavesdropper--I catch snippets of conversation and giggle or become infuriated.   I concern myself in matters that do not concern me necessarily.   I muse.  I simmer. I explode.

So, how does one with such tendencies compose herself in a way that others find socially acceptable?  Do I stifle my tittering? Resign myself to passive aggressive Facebook statuses?  ...should I reignite my passion for Twitter?  Where does the sarcastic line begin and end?   These are the questions that keep me up at night when I'm not pathetically reblogging Buffy gifs on my Tumblr.

-R