Translation: "I'm an asshole."
It's one thing to be honest, but it's quite another to be rude. I think many people think I have the latter attitude. Au contraire. My manners align more closely with that of a 19th-century Southern gentleman. But, you know, without the racism.
Here's the thing: I will speak, boldly at times, but I will not set out to humiliate or denigrate somebody else. Unless, of course, my hand (or tongue) is forced...
Then it's duel-time. And watch out--I have quite the verbal arsenal when it comes to this.
Now, with the MS, my patience has dwindled, and it was admittedly pretty low already. Still, I don't overtly "tell it like it is." Well, maybe I do, but I don't intend to slay anyone. (Not like that, anyway.) If I do "let it blurt," as Lester Bangs would say, it's probably because I can't get too riled up since stress exacerbates some of my symptoms, mainly fatigue and indifference.
Okay, the latter isn't really a symptom, but a lot of people don't know that, so I might just add/make up symptoms to fit my own idiosyncrasies.
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--I'm still doing the initial signature, and I may keep it up. (I can always use the MS, too, as an excuse for not hitting more keys to spell out the whole name.)
