Luminous Luciano's mansuetude and all-around luminescence are renowned throughout the land - that is, where it concerns those who know him best...!
Yet there are those who will pinpoint those allegedly obvious traces of sarcastic repartee in my speech patterns - and label it as hard evidence of my being bad at the bone or something...?
Now, far from me any intention of ever denying that I do nuance my conversations with bits of sparkling sarcastic wit - never meant to be mean-spirited though they are, they can, indeed, be interpreted as such by the most unknowing of audiences - absolutely...
I am not pretending to be an angel either, of course. Although mine is, quite so, an angelic form of sarcastic wit that never aims to hurt anyone's feelings but, rather, attempts to lighten up things a bit by creating a sense of accompliceship.
To fully grasp what is going on with all that, one has to, indeed, know me a little bit better and have an overall perspective of where I am coming from...
For I have been so very nice, so very positive, so very welcoming over those long bygone years.
All it ever got me was to be ignored for opportunities, in the best case scenario, or outright stabbed in the back.
It is after such a series of experiences, ones that hone your backbone and your tough skin, that one develops this tiny-bit-of-an-edge here...
Hey - they said that you could only be called "Ani" so many times before you snap, in order to explain Anakin Skywalker's turn for the worse... Well, without having succumbed to the Dark Side and ever doing so (trust me: I will never do that...!) I can admit to have developed this uncanny knack to muster the gem of a retort, anytime and any place. And I care not who might be at the receiving end either; for, nine times out of ten, if they are making my blood boil, they certainly do deserve to hear what I have to tell them...
In the best cases, as alluded to earlier, my audience can be a crowd of accomplices who can therefore, once that complicity is established, exchange back and forth with me. With no harm done and none intended.
If they have it coming - well, the exchange will simply be all the more biting, that is all.
I never dish it out on the undeserving - never. And when I do dish it out, all out, it is on someone capable of defending themselves - always.
Unlike others, who take a malicious pleasure in picking on those who lack wits, spirit or simply a mean streak, I always choose my targets carefully...
Likewise, I am even more selective in regards with whom I rub shoulders. Once bitten, twice shy, as they say (although I prefer the foreign expression "chat échaudé craint l'eau froide" better - it is just more, ah, fluid and allegorical!) - and so, I do not befriend easily. I cannot help but to be selective; and so should you be, also!
For believe you me - being stabbed in the back is not a pleasant thing.
In the best cases, you become like Luminous Luciano.
In the worst cases, you turn into a Lucky Luciano.
And then there is Lugubrious Luciano (Luc) don't forget...!
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Yet there are those who will pinpoint those allegedly obvious traces of sarcastic repartee in my speech patterns - and label it as hard evidence of my being bad at the bone or something...?
Now, far from me any intention of ever denying that I do nuance my conversations with bits of sparkling sarcastic wit - never meant to be mean-spirited though they are, they can, indeed, be interpreted as such by the most unknowing of audiences - absolutely...
I am not pretending to be an angel either, of course. Although mine is, quite so, an angelic form of sarcastic wit that never aims to hurt anyone's feelings but, rather, attempts to lighten up things a bit by creating a sense of accompliceship.
To fully grasp what is going on with all that, one has to, indeed, know me a little bit better and have an overall perspective of where I am coming from...
For I have been so very nice, so very positive, so very welcoming over those long bygone years.
All it ever got me was to be ignored for opportunities, in the best case scenario, or outright stabbed in the back.
It is after such a series of experiences, ones that hone your backbone and your tough skin, that one develops this tiny-bit-of-an-edge here...
Hey - they said that you could only be called "Ani" so many times before you snap, in order to explain Anakin Skywalker's turn for the worse... Well, without having succumbed to the Dark Side and ever doing so (trust me: I will never do that...!) I can admit to have developed this uncanny knack to muster the gem of a retort, anytime and any place. And I care not who might be at the receiving end either; for, nine times out of ten, if they are making my blood boil, they certainly do deserve to hear what I have to tell them...
In the best cases, as alluded to earlier, my audience can be a crowd of accomplices who can therefore, once that complicity is established, exchange back and forth with me. With no harm done and none intended.
If they have it coming - well, the exchange will simply be all the more biting, that is all.
I never dish it out on the undeserving - never. And when I do dish it out, all out, it is on someone capable of defending themselves - always.
Unlike others, who take a malicious pleasure in picking on those who lack wits, spirit or simply a mean streak, I always choose my targets carefully...
Likewise, I am even more selective in regards with whom I rub shoulders. Once bitten, twice shy, as they say (although I prefer the foreign expression "chat échaudé craint l'eau froide" better - it is just more, ah, fluid and allegorical!) - and so, I do not befriend easily. I cannot help but to be selective; and so should you be, also!
For believe you me - being stabbed in the back is not a pleasant thing.
In the best cases, you become like Luminous Luciano.
In the worst cases, you turn into a Lucky Luciano.
And then there is Lugubrious Luciano (Luc) don't forget...!
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