"You know? An asshole is this disgusting big hairy thing. Why would anyone call someone an asshole?!"
That was his form of an apology. But only because he had seen me stunned - not because he had done it, so much.
My business on this Earth is, apparently, to make people THINK, and then to be brewed into some kind of tea.
I did not want to be a teacher, on the cusp of progressivism. I wanted to be ON THE CUTTING EDGE of progressivism, far, far removed from the madding crowd, i.e., the assholes. PLEASE, NO MORE ASSHOLES IN MY LIFE.
What does it mean to be an asshole, anyway?
It means not talking forwardly, progressively. It means talking reactively, and covertly, silently, passive-aggressively, into eruptive fart explosions which betray you like the Wizard of Oz. Then, you make an abusive habit of this life. I don't want to be mixed up with these people - I don't want to be confused with them - please give me a place to get away from them.