Yesterday I was a jerk.

A full blown, who gives a crap, total jerk.

I guess I was tired. Of being politically correct. Of making sure everyone had it great. Of putting up with things I really didn’t want to.

I jerked it up.

It was so out of character. For me, who usually wants everything and everyone to be fine, for everything to be smooth.

I put myself first.
I did what I wanted to do.
I didn’t care about the consequences of what I did.

No, I didn’t do anything totally radical.
I didn’t commit any crimes, no irreperable damage.

I just was different.

And it felt good.

For several hours I acted my age. 23 and with no cares in the world. No drama of the week.

I felt free. I felt like a huge weight was off my shoulders.

I am so close to being like this 24/7.

But I don’t wanna be a jerk forever.