I was going to write a separate blog post about this, but this seems timely and relevant so here it is:
A mere few days ago, I came to terms with the fact that I am an asshole.
I’m not saying I’m a molester, rapist, murderer, crusading radical vilifying villain kind of asshole.
But I have asshole qualities. In some contexts, I’m totally an asshole.
And it feels really good to admit and accept it. Not as a label under which I can pass off poor behavior. But just as an accurate descriptor of one of the many facets of my person.