neorants

So, I’m just finishing up my lunch hour (mmmm, grilled chicken flatbread from a fast food joint, all the warm fuzzies of eating healthy without any of that bothersome healthy eating) and thinking about just what it is that compels me to say the stuff I say, and act the way I act. My conclusion: I’m a sensitive jerk.

What I really mean is that I am, at my core, the kind of sensitive man that seems to be so fashionable in this day and age. The problem with being a sensitive guy is, of course, this: I’m still a guy.

This means that while I may be more in touch with a certain sensitive side than lots of men, I’m still beholden to the stereotypical male ego. This creates a dichotomy that would be interesting at times, if it weren’t so irritating to myself and others. It is not uncommon for me to state a shortcoming of mine in one breath, then berate someone for offering me assistance in overcoming said shortcoming, or, God forbid, agreeing with me that it exists, in the next. Or, ego may prompt me to act like I don’t care about something in one moment, while I sit brooding over it for the next several hours, only to bring it up later to someone who’s astonished that a few words said hours ago were still on my mind.

This, as you can see, is a moronic way to behave, and not entirely unjerklike. I’m sorry if I’ve ever behaved that way with any of you. And since I clearly recognize this problem and am man enough to admit it and work on it, I’ve decided to write about this stupidity here for all to see, because I can’t possibly get angry with each and every one of you for agreeing with me, and it will give you all somewhere to point me to the next time I show this annoying trait…

Provided my ego doesn’t kick in and make me delete the post.