No experience – now lifelong and ongoing – has brought forth my numerous shortcomings with as much brutal honesty as parenting has
My dumb rage and my mindless id.
How do I get rid of my addictions to ego and anger?
These very peculiar conditions of our species?
I am so done with them.
I don’t want to be a raging egomaniac any more.
(Fact is, I’m finally just getting smart enough to realize that I don’t know shit.)
Off late, on my daily walks with my bestie Molly, I’ve been reflecting on the various ways in which I might have been a piece of shit to people in the past. Especially my loved ones.
I know there have been many moments in the past when I was an asshole, a bully, or just…you know, a dick.
Age brings wisdom.
Sadly wisdom is not a time machine.
Now, like any other human, I too occasionally wallow in the different ways I might have been wronged in my life.
But I don’t really focus as much on the ways I have wronged others now, do I? I’m realizing that doing this intentionally can be a helpful exercise in humility. My acid tongue and fuck-you personality feel embarrassing now in real time.
Realizing that I can be a bit of a dick sometimes helps in tempering that raging id.
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