I have a theory that people get nicer over time. My twenties were my era of high assholic-ness. That was when I was the most arrogant and the least aware of other people’s perspectives. I didn’t think it was my job to talk to anyone who didn’t  live in New York City,  wear a lot of black clothing, had an advanced degree, and own a very sarcastic sense of humor.

Sometimes, when I have insomnia, I think back to my thoughtless behavior from two decades ago and just hate myself.

So, I was kind of glad to read about Malcolm Gladwell’s recount of his own youthful assholic behavior.