Ridicule is my love language

I feel loved when someone jokingly gives me crap. I show love by jokingly giving other people crap.

This love language is spectacularly dangerous for obvious reasons. I’m sometimes in the odd position of trying to show love which ends up being taken offensively. Or more often: wanting to show love but worrying that the other person will feel offended instead of appreciated.

So future friends and coworkers: if you’re reading this because I sent you the link then one of two things are true:

1. I’m sorry for giving you crap but I only did it because I think you’re neat. OR:
2. I want to give you crap because I think you’re neat, but I don’t want to offend you.

(This may be the most socially awkward thing I’ve ever written.)