I am an asshole. Ask anyone.
Seriously, I’m a 100% certified, overly opinionated, douchecanoe or the highest order. If there were awards for General Dickery, I would have at least five of them. Probably more.
Why is this important? It isn’t, actually. I’m not going to change. I’m not ‘working on myself’, trying to come to terms with my assholery, and change for the better. I know who I am, and My Lovely Bride™ is mostly okay with it (generally, she finds it amusing, I think), so that’s all that matters.
If it isn’t getting me divorced, I’m not going to fix the issue.
But I do recognize I indeed have issues. Like I said, I’m an asshole. People don’t like me, and frankly, I don’t blame them. I’m stubborn, because I’m right, and refuse to submit to others who are clearly wrong. They don’t tend to agree, and thus we clash, you might say.
Regardless, I’m still right, and they can thus Fuck Off™.
Hey, did I mention I get a bit anxious? Occasionally even a bit manic (although not to the level of Manic in a clinical sense). This can tend to make me a bit grouchy, which puts people off, and doesn’t really help with my reputation as a Complete Asshole. Not to make any excuses, mind you. Just saying.
So, why am I talking about this? Well, partially because I felt it was something worth discussing, as well as something worth opening up about. What with all of my other issues I’ve opened up about in the last year, why not discuss my personality and mental health?
To that end…
- I’m a raging asshole (as I’ve said)
- Living through all these health issues has been making my attitude much worse.
- If I don’t talk about this, I’m just going to spiral downwards even more.
So, if you don’t care for these types of posts, may I respectfully suggest that you kindly fuck off?
