Smart/​Jack/​Dumb Ass

I’ve de­cid­ed I tend to be ex­ces­sive­ly jerk­store when I’m hang­ing out with friends and mak­ing small talk. I think it is a com­bi­na­tion of be­ing slight­ly bored with small talk, and on­ly-child-try­ing-to-be-the-cen­ter-of-at­ten­tion-ism. As soon as some­thing in­ter­est­ing catch­es my at­ten­tion, how­ev­er, I be­come my ba­sic ever-cu­ri­ous self. Now that I re­al­ize why I’m an ass so of­ten, I can con­scious­ly work to be less boor­ish. This is sci­ence.

4 thoughts on “Smart/​Jack/​Dumb Ass

  1. I’m glad this epiphany came be­fore us meet­ing each oth­er. A good friend of my sis­ter lives above you. She told me this an email to­day af­ter she read my blog and put two and two to­geth­er. She syas you’re head-nod friends…Tremonter, brin­ing peo­ple to­geth­er.

  2. A self pro­claimed jackass…my spe­cial­ty!

    How did you man­age to fly un­der my radar, or miss the flam­ing sign over my head di­rect­ing all Jackasses to me?

    (I think it’s be­cause you’re not as bad as you think, Monsieur Harvey.)

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