Apparently, it's so ingrained in me that I am an asshole, that I'm an asshole even in my dreams.
All this week, I've made people I care about cry, in my dreams. Three different people in three different dreams last night.
And, in my dreams, I revel in my asshole-ish-ness. In my dreams, I enjoy being an asshole to the people I care about.
Of course, it probably doesn't help that I've spent a large portion of the last two weeks obsessing over an e-mail I sent out about 23 months ago. Yeah, now that's healthy.