tales from the ditch


on being an insensitive asshole
February 4, 2009, 4:33 am
Filed under: creative writing workshop, insensitive asshole, paranoia, self-doubt

Me (in workshop, regarding a classmate’s writing): “I wasn’t bothered by that.  And I’m not sentimental at all.”

Professor: “No kidding.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean.”
Me: “You don’t need to apologize.  I’m never offended.”
Which is true, yes, I forgive most things quickly and easily.  I grew a thick skin in dental school, where the pervasive pedagogical method is encapsulated by the sentiment “kick ‘em down and build ‘em back up”.  Yeah, mostly I felt kicked down.  It sucked massively for the majority of the time.  But you know what, after awhile, the criticisms of others are just that – criticisms of others.  My own opinion is far removed (sometimes too far removed) from theirs.  (“That’s just, like, your opinion, man.”)
But I digress.  No, I wasn’t offended.  Point being, instead, for a few moments following this comment, I was wracked with guilt and self-doubt.  Am I an insensitive asshole?
Key phrase in the above sentence: “for a few moments”
And then I happily continued with my self-absorbed life.  Thus, I’ve concluded that being an insensitive, self-absorbed asshole is kind of fun, because I don’t have to worry about things like being an insensitive asshole.
I hope that makes sense, and I don’t care if it doesn’t.