I have never had an easy time seeing my own successes or, when I did, wallowing in their delights. But this morning was somewhat different.
In an email, a correspondent accused me -- in self-sustaining and polite terms, of course -- of being a blowhard on this blog. Since I write pretty much every day and sometimes at insufferable lengths, the observation was both apt and flattering.
I wrote him back, "Just because I am a blowhard doesn't mean you have to follow suit." And, having written that line, I realized that, besides giving me an outlet for a writing habit I can't seem to kick, the usefulness of this blog lies precisely in the fact that others may recognize their ability not to make the same mistakes that I have.
I have to admit that the thought train lit a small, flashing flame of a "success" I could not and did not wish to sidestep. The important part about seeing an asshole is not the seeing, but the willingness not to be one.
A successful asshole ... as talents go, it has a certain ring to it.