Asshole or not?

I was told that I was a prick today. This isn't exactly news, I've been made aware that my actions that I think are funny, are indeed not. Like I said before, I can't really see myself doing these things, so I don't know....I mean I can't LITERALLY step outside my body and see me doing the crap that I normally do in order to gain insight on how rude it exactly is.

I don't know why I'm really this way....actually I do. I take liberties. I take SO many liberties it's not funny. The fact of the matter is for people I who give me those liberties in our friendship, I extend them beyond our friendship into other people. That may not be always the case, say for instance, with girls. I tend not to go insane, but there have been cases (and you know who you are). Another instances, people who are dead serious. Much like my friends in Vancouver. This might be by the fact that people who don't understand my humour, let alone not freaked out by the things I do. To be brutally honest, it's probably due to people I respect and to those I wish to have as allies....not necessarily as friends, that I offer my more sedated side to.

It's kinda hard to say, because those who stand my non-sedated side, kinda get this full deal of Stephen. On the other hand to those I offer this kinda of half package of the Stephen friendship, would most likely never see the true side of me, at most a few times in times of extreme boredom or extreme guilt. Sometimes I like being made aware of these such items due to the fact that they seem very funny, but on few occasions I have actually felt regret....genuine regret.