“Tonight I Have Been Your Guest Asshologist” (Prose)

Four coworkers in formal clothing gathered around office cubicles and equipment

by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com or Martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Let me talk of High School-like ultra aloofness’ in old people.

It is a strikingly weird phenomenon despite its dime-a-dozen-ness.

You remember in High School those “ultra aloof” kids?

They did this to falsely boost their image to be seen as “cool”.

Of course this works well in High School.

That’s why it is a ‘go to strategy’ of the juveniles everywhere.

However here’s the weird thing –

I have noticed that there are many old people still doing it.

They’re thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty and still using the High School ‘Ultra Aloof Strategy’.

This is just sad.

It is backward in the extreme.

You cannot get away with this with semi-well adjusted adults.

It surely can only work with the juvenile or the intellectually sub-normal adult.

You see the logic of the practitioner is this:

In high school because of the natural immaturity – you can steal respect via the ‘ultra aloof strategy’ –

conversely for an old person to get respect – you have to back it up with something you can do very well.

You can’t just f*cking try to steal it via treating people like sh*t via the use of U.A.S.

Yet so many ‘so called adults’ these days are doing this while being mediocre in everything they do.

It is like a modern disease, I think.

The practitioners of U.A.S are stuck in their low brow High School personas forever.

They’ll give you no polite human-to-human cordial respect whatsoever.

No eye contact or very little.

You’ll ask them how they are – they give a curt “fine’.

They walk with a false swagger in their gait.

Desperately engaging in the continual cover up – basically that they suck.

They were at their peak in the social hierarchy as sixteen year olds,

And they’re gonna pigheadedly refuse to look facts in the face,

And pathetically keep wielding out the U.A.S strategy till death calls them.

Meanwhile we still have to deal with these types in the workplaces & behind service counters –

And if we are particularly unwise or naive of course they may be in our very homes.

We as victims are forced to be their ‘quasi high school nerd placeholder entity’ that is the other side of the U.A.S. equation.

Assholes always need a victim – it’s like the law of gravity.

Oh isn’t it hard to live in a world of these types.

You’d think evolution would have weeded them out by now.

But then again maybe we are the weird ones ruining their eternal ‘cool group high school party’.

Perhaps it is us who try to improve ourselves, do the interesting, and are decent that are the problem.

It is we shouldn’t be trying to improve Hell while we are on Earth.

That to them is a big no-no.

This is why we are being punished.

How dare we hold them to account?

This is really how they think.

It’s an admixture of stupidity and arrogance.

So there’s really no way you can change these types.

You just gotta let them burn freely and then write of their ironically high-flying flames.

It’s always good to get thoughts of these things out of the system.

Write it all down son, write it all down – it’s great therapy after all.

Lest one day you forget the disease dubbed “U.A.S” is there in this godforsaken joint at all.

From there it’s just a short hop-skip-jump to then start acting that way yourself.

You will come down with an acute case of U.A.S.

And then ‘Hell on Earth’ has yet another win under its belt.

This is why being self-aware is so vital.

For in life there are three types of garden variety asshole –

Two ‘should not be’ & the other is ‘allowable to a degree’.

One variety is the asshole that never truly knows that they are one.

The second does but is engaged in an extensive prolonged cover up.

The third are assholes, know they are, and don’t deny it at all – they often even warn you.

Obviasly this third kind of asshole we can probably live with best.

Note: the persons I write of – suffering with U.A.S – in this prose are a subset of the second variety.

They are so much worse than the first kind – don’t you think?

Oh this matter has been such a fun journey to talk about!

I really must read up on all the literature on assholes.

And oh what it would be to have a P.H.D. in Asshology!

There I have created a great new term – Assholology.

I can’t wait to call myself “The Worlds More Foremost Assholologist” –

But then again I don’t really need to –

After all – I am already a Writer (very little known – but I still am one).

And incidentally the good ones of us writers are mostly of the ‘third variety of asshole’ –

“We know we are and we will warn you”.

So at least we will never lower ourselves to use U.A.S tactics.

Even two-bit writers at least try to throw some light on this harsh asshole-loving-world.

And surely some of us will in some distant hazy day,

Fully accept the probably unofficial title of Associate Asholologist.

Or am I – as is my prerogative – simply delving into the realms of fantasy again?

Maybe…..maybe.

To put it more plainly – perhaps I am just a guy talking shite about assholes –

Which although sounds like a match made made in heaven –

Certainly should never have been done in the first place.

I apologise – if only I had known what I would write before I wrote it,

I would have never begun.

These are always the risks of these ‘stream on consciousness writings’.

Time to quit while I’m behind.

And as I am (as I am a writer) the ‘third kind of asshole’ I must duly warn you this will happen again.

But I ask you dear reader – perhaps I’ve made some good points no?

For is it not true that those old high school jerks with U.A.S. annoy the feck out of us?

Though we must never admit that to their faces of course.

Thank you my audience for your patience in this odd literary perambulation –

I had better stop lest it indeed become a peregrination.

As my great grandpappy could have said but didn’t

“You can – metaphorically speaking – perambulate about the various assholes of the world –

but don’t dare in your exasperations let it transmogrify into a peregrination”.

Wise words?

Even if I do say so myself?

Maybe…..maybe.

“‘Everyone deserves the face they have at fifty” (A Poem)

Young woman looking sad at a cracked mirror reflecting an older smiling woman

by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmith@gmail.com or martinantonsmith@gmail.com

(Note: If you would prefer to listen to the audio rather than read the text, click play below:)

The more you work on yourself,

The more everyone around you punishes you.

When you are a bastard for some reason women throw themselves.

And I’ve heard women say that ‘men like bitches’ too.

So it goes for both genders.

I guess the evolutionists would say this is logical.

In the caveman days bastards were good at snaring resources of others.

The didn’t care they just harvested.

If you could hitch a ride to a bastard you would win more than lose.

You just had to put up with the ambient bastardry.

I would say in my ‘young man phase’ I was a bit of bastard –

As most young men are or were in those days.

In youth it is easy to slip into bastardry because selfishness is the default.

And generally society rewards you – Easy Jobs, Easy Chicks/Chads, Wild times.

This was my case and helped more because I lived in a dirty big city (Melbourne).

Then I crashed, I guess all the ‘bastardry’ crashed down on me.

Then I had to change my ways, and it was a good age to do it (thirty three to thirty five).

So I looked deep into that mirror, the abyss.

I stared back and here I am more than a decade later.

Reformed.

Decent.

Vigilent.

Focused on ‘the small things and trials of life’.

Over the associated grief. (I guess you bury your old self)

Aware how easy it is to indulge in bastardry.

And I can tell you when you do all this.

No your life does not become ‘bliss’.

It is such a lonely road. And the better you become, the lonelier you get.

Because I think only one in ten is truly willing to look into the abyss,

Crack their minds open.

Face all the dark truths squarely and eye to eye.

So now the rest of the world doesn’t vibrate with the frequency anymore.

It wants you to be in the army of the ‘nine in ten’ the lost army.

But still it’s better to be forever lonely and reformed.

That in that army of the hoards that have no reflections.

I can say their are many perks to vampirism,

But they wear off quickly anyway.

So I choose to be ‘old good and lonely’ and not ‘old bad and empty’.

And all in all – it’s simply the wise rational decision.

And I’m one hundred percent sure the decision you make shows on the face and smile.

As the old adage says and is true:

‘Everyone deserves the face they have at fifty’.

And who wants to end up looking look like a ghoul anyway?

But there’s one last point I must postscript:

Lest I be accused of ‘sugarcoating’.

Going from ‘pseudo-playboy’ to ‘almost-a-eunuch’ is a war unto itself.

What a pity it is the world has decreed that reformed bitches & bastards don’t get laid.

“The Max 49% Bastardry Law” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

What if you’ve said all there is to say?

What if you’ve now become a jaded ‘tribute writer’ of your former self?

When will something new come?

I wonder,

Is the lack of inspiration because I’ve been happier lately?

I wonder,

Can you still write ‘good stuff’ if your old friend ‘depression & anxiety’ abates?

I wonder,

Is this the inevitable curse of the good writer?

To become well?

To start to see the glass as half-full?.

To be more organised than not?

To drink less?

To yell less?

To be able to easily afford the nice things?

To have stable relationships?

& perhaps the final literary death knell –

To become an early riser?.

But thank God!

Alas I don’t need to panic just yet.

As I have at best only two of those six symptoms.

If I have four, then I’ll become officially diagnosed.

I’ll be entered into the book or words.

My name will be entered as one of the ‘walking literary dead’.

A soul who no longer has anything interesting to say.

Of course, what I’m actually talking about,

Is more readily referred to in the creative space as “The problem of success”.

It becomes a ‘catch 22’, in that it deadens the creative spirit.

So logically, it’s better to ‘make it’ after death – that way you’ll maximise your best work.

We could call it the “Van Gogh” effect – for he sold only one painting while alive.

But then again, while all the above is true – I must be fair & even handed about the rest.

It’s also a bad thing to have something worthwhile to say,

& be afraid to say it.

But most importantly with words & writing aside,

A bastard is a bastard is a bastard,

Whether he or she writes or not,

or has good material or not.

We should always remember,

To at worse,

Be only 49% Bastards.

For the world sure doesn’t need any more ‘amazing creatives’,

Who also happen to casually destroy the fabric of society.

Contrary to popular opinion,

That ain’t cool.

That aint cool at at all.

In fact,

It’s fucking boring,

& if you look closely at these type’s work –

It’s all stolen from someone else anyway.

All creatives should never forget ‘The Max 49% Bastardry Law’.

You’ll still have fun,

For you don’t necessarily have to be squeaky clean,

And you won’t help destroy the Earth.

Call it a novel idea of mine.

Else that saying will continue to always be true:

“Never meet your heros”.

Those assholes flagrantly ignore the Max 49% Bastardry law.

We might even call them “Those wizards of bastardry” –

But then again, that catchey term might only make their heads swell even bigger.

So don’t now give them souless pricks any of your time or your dimes.

We in the West have become to far indulgent of shady assholes.

That’ll be what the Historian from the next Empire that replaces us will write:

“Their downfall was that they wasted all their time & money on totally shady assholes”.

My theory is the next Empire will call a spade a spade.

They all at least start that way.

So in summary – let me or you say this the next time someone asks us ‘what do you do?’

“I’m a writer, & also I’m technically not an asshole”.

And hopefully for us all – that won’t be a lie.