I’m intolerant of arseholes. I used to be one of them but I’ve changed, or I’m changing, or I’m trying really hard to not be an arsehole anymore.

So when I see someone being an arsehole I can’t help but prickle at it. Maybe it’s because I  want to be an arsehole still, really, but I have this notion that change is good and that being a Good Person is an appropriate way to spend my mid-to-late thirties.

So if you’re an arsehole. Reign that in because it makes me jealous. Thanks a lot, arseholes.



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