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?