It's okay if I'm not okay. Good thing I'm great.

I make no excuses for myself and my past behavior. I can't. I've spent a lot of my life being a grumpy, know-it-all asshole. I would, however, like to think that most of the time I have good intentions. Great intentions even. That said, if I am to assume others also live under the umbrella of good intentions and am obligated to offer them grace accordingly, why then do I feel as though I'm still playing the villain in this play? Maybe someone should be informed that the rest of us moved on to the next act quite some time ago.