Sometimes I can be a real asshole. What is scary is that I don’t even realize it until after the moment has passed. I’m not a social being. Ok, I’m social in the right setting with the right people. When having to be forcibly-social with the wrong people (which never presents a ‘right time’), my inner child tantrum can produce asshole-ishness. The fun part is when you go home and re-hash it, as if that changes it? I guess on the bright side, maybe the next time the situation presents itself, they won’t try to socialize with me. At least there’s hope in that?
I live in the middle in more ways than just location. I believe in people, not labels, so this blog is a means to have a conversation with others about who they are. I hope to hear and celebrate the voices of those who stop by.