Born Jerks...

Are people born jerks or do they become one after years of practice and self-loathing? It is the eternal question of nature vs. nurture. In this case, between having a heart and depreciating anyone in your radius.

I pondered these thoughts while in Wenatchee, WA sitting down to lunch next to two couples of aging Boomers. Middle fifties and still moaning about what the world owed them: a Barnes and Noble, a Target or something to do in this tiny Washington town. The town they thought of as quaint when they moved, but now owed them more, because it needed to be small, but fulfill every desire. They are overgrown, overpaid, over fulfilled teenagers.

One man boasted to the other that his wife now worked for the doctor that treated her cancer. She responded how nice and a little odd it was to be working for the man who saved her life.

The husband smiled and bragged that, “when people call in and complain and moan (in a mocking voice) ‘you don’t know what I’m going through’ she can be like yes I do.”

Way to show those cancer patients whose boss-after all, if it wasn’t for jerks like this guy how would we know how not to behave.