Operation: Stop Being a Douche

I’m going to reveal something about myself that you may not realize.

Ready?

Wait for it….

Just a little more……

OK here it is: I’m a douche.

Hard to believe, but it’s true.

Reason being is I don’t enjoy people a lot. Most of the time, I just like to stay at home and not be around people. There are days when interacting with people or hearing human voices is at the very bottom of my “Things I’d sooner do than poke my eye with my high-heeled stiletto because I’ve decided to become gay” list. Ok that didn’t make sense, but suffice it to say that I am not a people person.

Of course there are exceptions like my wife, my family, and some scary people who don’t annoy me as much as most people do. But because these people are indeed exceptions, they are few and far between.

“But Pau,” some of you may ask. “You’ve always been nice to me. Does that mean I’m special?”

The answer, my good man, would be no. I was nice to you not because you are special. I was nice to you because I didn’t think much of you as a person to begin with. Also, burn!

Anyway, this article not only assures me that I’m not alone, but it basically blames the internet for people’s inability to tolerate a wide range of people. It may sound like the writer’s reaching, but it makes sense if you really think about it.

21st Century technology removed our need to come in contact with people while increasing our avenues of communication. Therefore, lack of human interaction eventually results in lowered tolerance for different kinds of personalities, internet geeks become assholes, and when newbies start peppering their sentences with LOLZ, ROFLMAO, and PWNED, hilarity ensues!

So, working on this thesis that the lack of human contact makes you an asshole, I have decided to actively participate in a lot of offline activities (in other words, real life) more than I’m comfortable with.

So if I haven’t been as active in a lot of TMB dickeries as of late, it’s because I’m slowly immersing myself in Psorphil and our Marriage Encounter meetings.

Already I’m seeing a change in myself. This morning, when a stupid jeepney driver cut me off, my head didn’t explode! Ok that’s a lie. But one can hope can he? Besides, said meetings have all been surprisingly fun so far. So this may make me a better person yet.