In my old age, I am growing ever more comfortable with being thought of as a jerk. So be it. I have enough self-esteem and sufficient friends that if there are a few people out there who think I'm a terrible human being, I'm not going to sweat it. Heck, some days I agree with them.
But, masters, remember that I am an
ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not
that I am an ass.
--Much Ado About Nothing, IV.2
