First please allow me to preface this blog with a warning. I tend to cuss, a lot, especially if I’m angry. And as you can tell by the title of this blog I will most likely be cussing quite a bit in this post. So, if you are one of those people that don’t like curse words, either don’t read on OR replace the curse words with words like dang it, darn, stupid head, etc…
So – the question of the day: Why do Assholes Gotta be Assholes?
Are we born assholes, or are we molded into assholes by our parents and our surroundings as we grow up? I’ve never really met a baby and thought, “That baby is a real asshole.” Asshole-ness, as I’ve observed it, begins around the age of 4 or 5. I babysat just about every kid in my neighborhood growing up and there were a few kids that I would only sit for if I was really hard up for some cash. Looking back, it’s because those kids were assholes. A triat that I try desperately hard to not instill in my own precious children.
Is it the parents? Sometimes, I would say yes. In my experience, douche-baggyness tends to be a heriditary thing. But, I have met some douchebags who have perfectly nice, charming parents. Is it because they have a chip on their shoulder? Who knows? Again, I’ve met people carrying around an entire Mt. Everest worth of chips, but refrain from being an asshole.
I guess, just like the mystery of the tootsie roll pop, the answer to the question “Why do Assholes Gotta be Assholes?”, the answer very well may be that, “The world may never know”.
Until then, I’ll just try to steer clear of them, because trouble with assholes can really fuck up your day.