i fucking hate when other people are right, because I’m wrong. I hate being wrong. I hate looking weak. It makes me feel ashamed usually. But I’ve certainly gotten nowhere being right. As much as I’m addicted to being right, all it’s done is alienate people and myself. Dude I’m dumb as bricks. All being in the wrong has done is teach me good stuff and help me relate to people for doing dumb stuff too. It really does feel like ass, but a lot of stuff in life feels like ass. That fact, to me, just now, is ass too.

Man, between being a tits or ass man, I need to be the latter. Being the ass does me a lot more good than being the tits. I mean, I think I’m fundamentally both tits and ass, but it’s closer to fact that I’m ass more often than I’m two pairs of smooth silicone perfection. It doesn’t matter if it feels like shit, or it matters less than if it’s true or not, and it usually hurts me and others to force being right. Feeling like shit isn’t all that matters. The times when others are right, and I know I’ve done some seriously wrong stuff, that’s more important than feeling unhealthily exuberant.

I think, between tits or ass, it’s easy to be the tits guy, but the guy who picks ass is just more fundamentally closer to the ground. Those wrong moments are important to me. I shouldn’t discount that. I need to be ass instead of inflating myself with implanted facts; those aren’t as appealing, despite what seems true, and simple truths are more concrete and sometimes colder than any implanted plastic. I should just stick to truth over plastic. Stuff is bad for me, man. It works much better to be insecure than bloated, just more constructive and works out better to be full of nothing than full of labored useless baggage. Stuff’s giving me scoliosis, I need to stop giving myself that back pain. No point when the fake stuff’s not even that good. The original’s better than the new stuff.

Tits or ass? Take the wrongs, and move on. Tits are nice, but pick ass.