My frenemies would tell you that I’m insufferably smug at the best of times.
My response? Cool story, bro.
That’s awfully smug of me, isn’t it? You see, ‘smugness’ comes quite naturally to me because 60 percent of the time, I think I’m doing great because I’m so happy to not be f*cking things up on a colossal scale. Because 40 percent of the time, I am, most definitely, f*cking things up on a colossal scale. So badly, in fact, that it almost obliterates the 60 percent of the time that I haven’t.
I don’t think being smug is about thinking you’re better than others; that’s how insecure people interpret it. I think being smug is about feeling very pleased with yourself. So when things are going decently, and I reflect on having my life together for a few blessed moments, I’m undoubtedly pretty pleased with myself.
Because I deserve a goddamn medal on the days I don’t turn life into a total sh*tshow. Because I have made many mistakes in my life, and so when the good times come rollin’ in, I’m the first (and fine, I’ll admit it, often only) person to tell myself “you did good, Namminksy”. (Yeah, Smug Nama has a nickname.)
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So you can imagine how much I high-five myself for having the courage to leave an unsalvageable marriage, re-start my life, and finally become the person I always wanted to be. See why my frenemies think I’m insufferable? Well, I just might be, but I’m also proud of myself. Pleased with myself. Self-sat-is-fied.