CAUTION: This post is part confession, part warning (especially for the asshole in the gym). Take it as you will.
I like to think I’m generally a nice person. A kind person. But I also know that — thanks to the perfect midlife cocktail of unresolved childhood trauma, menopausal hormones, and what I assume is years of undiagnosed ADHD — I can be pretty salty and downright mean.
In other words, I can be a real asshole.
I admit this is something I need to work on. It’s especially bad when I’m tired, hangry, inconvenienced, or in an autoimmune flare. Then, everything sets me off and my outbursts are pretty much always over-the-top and unwarranted.
I’ve come to learn that when everyone is pissing me off, I’m the problem. Not them. But there is one exception: when someone is being rude or extremely inconsiderate. That’s a different story entirely. It’s also my ticket to be even ruder … And you don’t want that.
Unlike Michelle Obama, when they go low, I go lower. If you’re not ready to match me, don’t try me. You’ve been warned.
— LJDT
