Stop Taking Pride in Being an Asshole You Are so Boring

He starts the day off by putting on his favourite record. He was the first to “discover” the band and he won’t let anyone forget that. A musical Christopher Columbus (a notable asshole) of sorts. An article came out saying that the lead singer of said band has several sexual assault allegations against him. This doesn't bother the asshole. He starts to wax philosophical about how he can separate the art form the artist. He pulls out his phone. Shows you a picture of a painting. There are two houses. One on the far left and one on the far right. Behind them a bunch of mountains. “This is Hitlers artwork. I don’t see the art of a monster… I see a beautiful painting.” You try and state your case you say “that a big part of art is context there for you can not-” he cuts you off. Remember there's no point arguing with an asshole.
You maintain a friendship with the asshole despite knowing better. Maybe it’s his sardonic charm that comes out every once in a while that never fails to make you chuckle…. maybe it’s how he seems to look out for you when you are feeling down.
but mostly you figure there’s no use being lonely… alone.
The asshole is a self proclaimed feminist yet rates women on a 1–10 scale and judges their worth by breast size. The bigger the better. The asshole wonders why he doesn’t have better luck with the women he tries to court. The asshole claims he’s in fact not a racist… “Hey no I’m not racist I had a crush on a Korean girl once. Even went on a couple dates with her.” He is proud of this and thinks everyone should be too. Gold star for the asshole. Apparently you can’t be racist if you date people of colour …. Last time I checked a misogynists can date women and still be a misogynist. You don’t get a hall pass.
You loathe his problematic behavior.
Nevertheless the asshole is smart and he’ll find his way back in. After all you guys are “friends”. You invite him to do a thing out on the town like “friends” do. Every single time the asshole is no where to be seen. No texts, no explanation. You see him the next day by chance. No mention of the day before. In his mind he didn’t do anything bad. The asshole is never wrong.
Being friends with an asshole is like having all the trouble of toxic romance but with none of the so called benefits of the bedroom. Not that you would have any interest in that anyway.
Your long, forgiving and patient wick has finally burnt out. What did the asshole do this time? Nothing out of the ordinary.
I suppose I woke up and realized… sometimes it’s worth it to just be lonely, alone.
