A is for Asshole. It's something that I have been dedicating large amounts of energy to dispelling.
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing great at being nice and polite and considerate, and then I have a moment (like just now) where I have a hissy on the bed, bombarded by questions like "Was that condescending? What that misogynistic? Am I upholding sexism?? OMG was that the best way I could have phrased that statement??!!"
And then my superEgo raises and eyebrow at me and says, "Breathe, cha. Ain't nobody got time for that. Eat this damned cookie and stfu." :throws cookie:
The woes of a recovering asshole....
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