It is a sweaty armpit of a day out there. Yuck.
But on my way to lunch, I realized something.
And here it is.
I come from a long line of unacknowledged assholes. Even the folks who I’ve been convinced were the best folks on the planet, were, with the exception of my Grandpa Bob, kind of jerks.
Many of the questions of my existence have revolved around “If [person x] were so great, how could she or he have stood by while [person y] did [some stupid ass or atrocious thing]?”
Well, America, the truth is, they weren’t so great.
I don’t know why, but knowing that, really knowing it it my heart, feels like a massive weight has been lifted. I can’t explain it, but there it is. Really knowing that they weren’t so great is awesome.
They were just some people. And they did some asshole things because they were kind of jerks.
So, there you go.
They also did some really awesome and very sweet things, too.
I don’t know. Do you see what I’m saying? I feel like I set something down that had been troubling me.
It’s not the most important epiphany in the history of the world, but it makes me happy.