http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=7170400Hey people, guess what?
There are assholes in the world. There just are. Always have been, always will be. And they’re everywhere. They’re going to cut you off in traffic and then give you the finger, they’re going to jump ahead of you in line, they’re going lie to your face and gossip about you behind your back, they’re going to make asinine remarks about your political party, your religion or your gender, they’re going to recklessly and anonymously leave dings in your car door, they’re going to say mean things about your mother, criticize your taste in art, insult the unique aspects of your lifestyle, and manipulate you to their benefit any way they can. There are assholes in the world and they WILL push your buttons.
Some people don’t even know they are assholes. But some of them do. Some people are assholes because they have mental health issues. But most of them are assholes by default; because they were raised by assholes, it is the only way they know how to be. And now nobody else will hang out with them except other assholes. Or asshole-enablers. As firmly entrenched as most assholes are in their comprehensive asshole subculture, there is little hope that they will change, much less contemplate the counterproductivity of their assholism.
Yes, there are assholes in the world, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it. You can’t wish them away, you can’t cuss them away, you can’t argue them away and you can’t kill them off. And it wouldn’t matter if you did, because just like taking a bucket of water from the ocean, there is a constant and endless supply of assholes immediately moving in to fill the void.
You can’t control the fact that there are assholes in the world. The only thing you can control is the way you react to them. You can allow their assholishness to enrage you, to devour your time and attention and energy to the point where your adrenaline spikes and your blood pressure skyrockets and three hours after the encounter stress hormones continue to flood your system, taking a toll on both the quantity and the quality of your life while you are still ranting to anyone who will listen about your latest rendezvous with an asshole. (Frankly, a lot of assholes would get a real kick out of knowing that they have that level of control over you.) Or you can acknowledge the fact that your heretofore sublime world has collided with that of an asshole, handle the situation as efficiently as possible, and then let it go. Either way, odds are that the random assholes you encounter are going to go about their asshole business without giving their excursion into your irrelevant life a second thought.
One thing is for sure, though. People who are assholes are not happy people. They are, generally speaking, the end result of ongoing and overwhelming ignorance, fear, guilt, low self-esteem and loneliness. And given an educated choice, every asshole you encounter would undoubtedly rather be free of all the negativity fueling their assholism, and have your life instead.
Just a little something to ponder the next time you encounter an asshole.
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