What is so special about a jerk?
Society and lifestyle
Don't cry if you are a jerk, everything has its end, for our greatest pleasure, you will end up dying one day.Updated on January 14, 2021, Seytoo
Have you ever been called a big jerk? It happens to all of us. But what is a jerk? A few decades ago, this term referred to the sex of a woman: today we could say head of cock. By its etymology, this insult therefore has a misogynistic character.
There are millions of idiots, and all kinds. But the con is a genre all by himself, apart and unique, which never recognizes himself as such. Everyone is dumb in their own way, but some are more spoiled than others. We will not be dealing with idiots in general, but jerk in particular, the one to which nature has dared to put several layers of bullshit.
What can we say about his childhood if not that we are stupid from start to finish: He has a stupid history, a stupid childhood, a stupid life, an old age of stupid, and even, to make matters worse, jerk; it is a category of existence on his own? His life is a nasty big stain on Mother Nature's board.
A jerk is unbearable. It is necessary to define them because we never really know the disease which threatens us. The jerk is a relentless being. Safe behind his bank account and his job, he will donate some money to a charity for Christmas. You have to know that he always does all the things in which he finds an interest, here he finds peace for his conscience, if ever there is one. He is conceited and proud of himself; he's better than everyone else and therefore always does better than them, that's why he gives you advice, not that he cares about you, but you are so bad. In fact, he is totally incapable of administering himself.
The jerk thinks he is handsome, intelligent, gifted, and when he realizes that he is none of these things, that he sees his faults, he sinks into depression: He becomes a complete jerk, the supreme jerk, the epitome of bullshit.
No one is ever cured of bullshit because it is not a condition, it is an intuitive quality, innate and rooted in the depths of being, probably somewhere in its chromosomes. Being stupid is a flaw, an indelible “quality” of which we are often proud.
To recognize the idiot, no need to bend down, you just need to be around him, to talk to him. If you don’t know of one, you either have exceptional luck, but I doubt it, or you yourself are, and maybe even the King. Don't cry if you are a jerk, everything has its end, for our greatest pleasure, you will end up dying one day. Like what, it is only in misfortune that the con succeeds in making others happy.