Rude

I found out recently that I am rude. I was told. I now know. I am rude. Perhaps five years ago, rude would have been an excellent descriptor of me, but anymore, I do not interact with anyone enough to obtain such an honor. Sarcastic . . . maybe . . . but rude? Wow.

I am an honest person. If you are my friend and you have a spice between your teeth from the pizza you had at lunch, I am going to pull you to the side of the room and whisper quietly to you to check your smile. I do not want to see someone that I care about getting embarrassed like that. Does that make me rude?

I am a sarcastic person. If the moment is right, I tend to make sarcastic comments to lighten the mood. I try to avoid being hurtful, but if I ever sense that I have gone too far I apologize immediately. Does that make me rude?

I am a bit head strong. I refuse to let people walk on me just because they think they are more important. Although I am happy to help people out when they are in need, I do not think that I should be doing other people's jobs or duties for them. Nor do I think that I should be yelled at for things that I did not do. Does this trait make me rude?

As you can probably tell, I am at a loss as to why it is that I am rude. However, another post is forthcoming with more information about why I think the accuser felt the need to use this adjective next to my name.