So here’s a discussion for the psychologists: Whether I’m naturally an asshole and/or whether my parents taught me better. Walking home from work, I passed a snowman. A very artfully crafted snowman, with a carrot nose and everything. Now there’s not a lot of snow around, so it must have taken some work to get the snow to make ol’ Frosty. But did I think, “What a shining example of snowman architecture!”? Or even, “That takes me back to my delightful, carefree childhood.”? Nope. My first thought was, “Man, it’d be so much fun to kick that snowman’s head right off!!”
Obviously, I didn’t kick his head off, I’m not that kind of person, but what kind of jackass am I that it was my first thought?