it strikes me as odd that out of all the kinds of people that i see in my line of work - the sexual offenders, the pedophiles, the abusers, the cheaters, the felons, the liars, the addicts, the neglectful, the hard-of-heart - even with all of these, i find it much easier to love them than i do anybody who is arrogant. i just loathe arrogance.
being in the company of an arrogant person makes my blood boil. literally. well...not literally.
i wanna just smack 'em.
i wanna just smack 'em so bad it's a freaking wonder i never have.
you know how parents of young children - the honest parents of young children, that is - will sometimes say that although they would never actually abuse their own kids, they can definitely understand how such a thing could happen? well, i can definitely understand how such a thing as me pummelin' an arrogant person to the ground could happen. except for the fact that that would make me an arrogant person (and worse).
i don't want to be an arrogant person. but, in truth, i guess i am. if i weren't an arrogant person, it probably wouldn't press my buttons so bad when i encounter one. not to mention i wouldn't write an arrogant blog post about how bad they piss me off. as if i'm any different.
i'm glad i have a mirror. i'm glad i have the nerve to look in it.
i'm happy to share.
