If You Think I'm a Ass-Hole, You Should Meet My Friend

Someone recently called me out for having alpha male tendencies. When I think of alpha males, I think of ass-holes who are always trying to prove something. The guys who start bar fights or the guys who follow up everyone else’s stories with “you think that’s _____, well I’ve got a better story.” So, obviously I rejected this idea outright.

Today at work I was proud (but not too proud) of my ability to let others order me around and take blame for mistakes. I was not trying to prove my anti-alpha male tendencies, but my normal actions were doing a pretty good job of it. I even took the blame twice for poor workmanship that later proved to be someone else’s. When I was pardoned the blame I said “we all make mistakes, I’m sure mine will be exposed soon enough.”

I got in my car and reflected on a good day at work.

One block from work an ass-hole took a left turn to cut me off and quickly braked to make a right turn. In an effort to communicate to this guy that I was not pissed, but recognized his driving was second rate, I gave him a quick “honk honk.” He immediately slammed on his brakes, rolled down his window and cursed me as I drove past. After witnessing his attempt to communicate I promptly stopped, got out of my car, and waited for him to do the same. I soon noticed that he was not getting out of his car so I waved to him. I did not wave with my hand over my head, or all four fingers bowing in unison, but each individual finger danced like a mini wave at a baseball game. I feel this was the most insulting and appropriate wave possible for the situation, yet he stayed in his car.

Damn, maybe my friend was right.