my habits do not make me a bad person. my desires do not make me a selfish person. rather, they make me human. yet the qualities that people would uphold as “good” human facets: my compassion, my patience.. they make are the things that make me unhappy.
i know what i want.
and being a pushover isn’t it.
so that makes me a selfish, incorrigible asshole.
but, hey, at least i’ll be a happy (or least, happier) selfish, incorrigible asshole.