There are two me's. There is the socially acceptable nice guy that I wear as a necessity. Then, there is the real me. He's a pretty wicked ************. Mostly, he keeps to himself. Few have the depth of perception to discern the figure behind the facade. Of those that do, most draw my hatred while a few draw my love. In answer to your original question, no, I do not act like an ******* most days because I am incapable of a partial commitment to that demeanor. When I'm an *******, it is done in a grandiose fashion. So, instead, I sit on the sidelines and watch the little boys act like tough guys, just enough to draw the admiration of their peers and the infatuation of the ladies. It is what it is...