Eye spy an Arrogant DoucheBag [ADB]

I originally wrote this in May 2009. Enjoy ;)



We all have encountered an ADB. They're the guys who feel the need to put their high level of "confidence" on display for the world to see. Ya know, the ones who hafta make sure you know that they ARE the total package.




ADBs get alllll the ladies, right?

WROOOOOONGGGGG! We are not stupid, silly boys. We can tell the difference between a genuine guy and someone who's putting on a show to look "cool". These arrogant douchebags always seem to get cocky and confident mixed up, so I'm here to unscramble the puzzle for you all.







First off, the confident one won't have to tell you how great he is...he can think it, but he doesn't need to say it because, again, we're not stupid; we can pick it up all on our own.

Imagine that!

If he does, however, he's just arrogant.

And a douchebag.

An arrogant douchebag, you see?

You can think you're a great guy, that's 100 percent fine, but there's no need to go prancing around, shouting it to the rooftops.

Another ADB thing to do:tell everyone bullshit stories that YOU think makes you appear a total badass...go on, tell us.

There you are spitting out this detailed total-badass story while everyone around you knows it's a bunch of crap. Just because noone confronts you about it doesn't mean you have everyone fooled. But, nice try.

You know you're not an ADB because you have tons of friends and you're ever so popular. Well, I hate to burst your bubble but, chances are, your "friends" spend more time talking crap about you than they do admiring you.

...ouch.

Another mistake these arrogant douchebags make is talking about how big they are...downstairs. For some reason they think that's going to make girls want to rip their clothes off and jump on top of them...time for a wakeup call if you ask me.

In the ADB's brain, the girl is totally buying it...

but in reality she's probably thinking you're bragging to overcompensate for your lack of size.

So word of advice:be yourself. A real man doesn't have to strutt his stuff. He's secure enough to know he's strong and masculine without having to prove it.

Stitches of life

My boyfriend, Sam, and I went over to his brother's apartment tonight to help he and his family pack up the ginormous truck for the big move to Washington in the morning. While the muscle men were workin' away on the heavy items, Sam's mom decided to show me a picture that she cross-stitched for her first grandchild, born in 2008.

As I look at the picture I examine each stitch she lovingly made. Each one is not significant by itself, but when put together make a beautiful image. This is somewhat like life in a way:each event in our life, significant or not, shapes you as a whole.

When we're born we start out as a stitch, insignificant, but a start to a project-in-the-making. As time flies, our experiences add stitches to our lives shaping us as wholes. We learn from bad experiences...good ones too...and through that grow as individuals. If life throws a curveball, its up to you to roll with the punches.

We eventually figure out that we are affecting others' lives just as they are affecting ours. Your mom, dad, children, grandchildren, siblings, coworkers, friends and more are lives that we touch. Its overwhelming to think we can have an impact in somebody's life by just being in it.

When our time here on earth is up, our learning is complete. Our picture of life is finally finished. At that time the people who surround you will sit back and admire the stitches that made up your life...and the ones you added to theirs'.