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.
Smart/Jack/Dumb Ass
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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.)
And never as good as I can be.
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.