I’m going to start referring people to this post when they call me an asshole, a dick, or any other name intended to offend me.
I always laugh when someone takes the time to point out I’m an asshole like it will mean something to me. I mean, come on, haven’t you read my books? Even if you just read the reviews you can get the gist of it. I’m an asshole and I’m unapologetic about it.
Of course, there are about fifty people who will disagree with me on that – maybe say that there is a deeper side to me, a kinder, gentler side, a loving side. Those are the fifty people I would dive on a grenade for. Not because they love me, but because they are truly superior human beings whom I respect, admire, and would do anything for.The way I look at it, there are two types of people in the world. Those who deserve respect and those who don’t. Everyone starts at zero and our actions are what define us. (Okay, three types – the powerless and helpless whom we must protect) That’s it.
It’s amazing how quickly people define themselves and how incredible some people prove to be when you least expect it. On the other side, it’s amazing what douchebags 99% of the population really are. Including me – the unapologetic asshole.
Now that you’ve read that, read this:
“I have never met someone who is living a bold and successful life—and by successful I mean prosperous, kind, and in touch with the meaningfulness of what they?re doing — who has apologized for being perfectionistic, mercurial, unrelenting, or whatever their slightly controversial hallmark characteristics are. You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.” ~Danielle LaPorte