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I've been talking with my landlord/boss/friend [livejournal.com profile] sysable or Mark Merlino as most of you may know him as.

It's come to my attention that numerous people, including specifically [livejournal.com profile] ben_raccoon find me to be, to put it bluntly, an asshole.

So, I'm posting this as an open question. Have I really turned into that much of an asshole as of late towards everyone, or have I always been one, and simply not known it and/or been fooling myself that I was a good person? =-.-=

It seems like everyone and everything I care about has been slipping through my fingers, and it really, royally, sucks. [livejournal.com profile] dragonballx is something I was all raring-to-go for, but I can barely get the energy up to read the existing stuff, let alone post anything. And that's what was my driving force for a while, to say nothing of other things like all the Yahoo Groups I belong to.

I guess this is a huge post to ask for thoughts, especially from those that may not like me, as to how I can improve, or at least what they've seen me do wrong specifically so I can search for a way to improve, even if they can't tell me how.

And yes, I should be in bed, but I just can't get to sleep. =-.-=

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Date: 2003-08-27 10:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drewkitty.livejournal.com
1) You're not an asshole. You were raised by humans. Decent humans, amazingly. This puts you a half-step out of sync with everyone else. You never learned to be consistently irrational.

2) Anyone who goes out of their way to point out that they think you're an asshole has a hidden agenda. It may be a desire to genuinely help you . . . but then again, it may be a desire to get something out of you.

3) I am a card-carrying dyed-in-the-wool 100% pure grade asshole. That's one of the ways I know you're not one.

4) Everyone has three things: an opinion, an anus, and what I delicately like to call "issues." Some people see their issues glaringly reflected by you, and can't handle it.

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