Oh yay! And welcome. I am usually so reticent to comment on anything b/c the internet can be an ugly place, but I'm so glad I did on Dr. Gay's newsletter, and I'm even more glad that you did here!
LOVE this and agree - I totally relate. I have been the asshole more times than I'd like to admit and those are also the moments that replay in my memory.
Yes. I relate. I have at times behaved abominably. Usually when I’m tired. When I’ve had it. When the world sucks. When I want somebody to just give me an effing break already. And I can’t see any other human being who might have a need. And I’m the asshole.
When I was trying to get the stop sign installed at the corner of 46th and Moraga I spent like 10 minutes yelling at the MTA guy on the phone who needed to recommend the project to his superiors but refused to. I don't think I swore at him, but I told him he didn't care about children and families if he was going to sit on this project. I regretted it for months. The only thing that made me feel better about it was after he relented and got the project moving and the stop sign installed, I sent him a picture of the kids by the sign and apology about being a dick on the phone. We're all assholes some times, but luckily we aren't defined by these singular events, even when they repeat; we are not our worst selves--unless you're a total Karen.
I'm glad I stumbled on your newsletter via your comment on Dr. Roxane Gay's newsletter. That is a lesson to us all: leave comments, engage. Got it.
This is a great story.
Oh yay! And welcome. I am usually so reticent to comment on anything b/c the internet can be an ugly place, but I'm so glad I did on Dr. Gay's newsletter, and I'm even more glad that you did here!
Samsies, friend. Great one for the end of the year.
LOVE this and agree - I totally relate. I have been the asshole more times than I'd like to admit and those are also the moments that replay in my memory.
Yes. I relate. I have at times behaved abominably. Usually when I’m tired. When I’ve had it. When the world sucks. When I want somebody to just give me an effing break already. And I can’t see any other human being who might have a need. And I’m the asshole.
When I was trying to get the stop sign installed at the corner of 46th and Moraga I spent like 10 minutes yelling at the MTA guy on the phone who needed to recommend the project to his superiors but refused to. I don't think I swore at him, but I told him he didn't care about children and families if he was going to sit on this project. I regretted it for months. The only thing that made me feel better about it was after he relented and got the project moving and the stop sign installed, I sent him a picture of the kids by the sign and apology about being a dick on the phone. We're all assholes some times, but luckily we aren't defined by these singular events, even when they repeat; we are not our worst selves--unless you're a total Karen.