Five surprising benefits of being an unlikeable twat

EVERYONE hates a disagreeable arsehole, but it’s far from all bad. These are the surprising benefits people rarely discuss: 

You’ll save loads of money

While the popular piss away their hard-earned cash on pints and presents for friends and family, you’re cleaning up. All your money is for you. You can pile it up on the living room carpet and sleep on it like Smaug, completely untroubled by the cost of living crisis.

Wave goodbye to small talk

Who likes hearing about other people’s weird dreams, fun weekends or work gripes? Nobody. And if you’re a repellent bellend 24-7, you’ll never have to. You’ll be left in peace while they take their boring bullshit to someone who’s a ‘good listener’, with your matchless internal monologue going uninterrupted.

More time for you

The friendly and gregarious waft through life buoyed up by love and support, but do they have enough spare time to paint a squad of Warhammer Ork Boyz? No. They’re out, or on the phone to their sister. Rude, avoided bastards, conversely, are free to dedicate their lives to what they enjoy, so long as these hobbies don’t involve other people or sex.

Scale career ladders with ease

Is your personality effortlessly awful? Don’t give a shit about stabbing people in the back in order to get ahead? Corporate life will treat you very well. You’ll rise through the ranks to become a manager within months due to your twattish tendencies, while amiable and better-qualified colleagues languish in entry-level roles forever.

You’ll always be right

A pleasant side effect of being unlikeable is that you’ll never be wrong. Even if you know nothing about the topic in question, your knee-jerk, instinctive thoughts will be the correct subjective opinion on the matter. Nobody will waste time challenging you, so your views will go forever unopposed.

23-year-old discovers mother was a real person once

A GROWN man has been left shaken after learning his mother is a complete person with a life that extends beyond him.

Tom Logan assumed, like all children, that his mother came into existence when he did and that mentions of a time before his birth were just filling in backstory.

But a conversation in which she revealed she had seen Nirvana at Reading in 1992, and photographic evidence of her doing so, shocked him to the core with the realisation she was once actually young and real like him.

Logan said: “The warning signs were all there. I just didn’t see them.

“I guess I could have worked out that she was young in the 90s. I never thought she was actually, like, young young, though. How could she have been, when mine is the first generation to listen to cool music and experiment with drugs?

“But from these photos it’s like she had a whole life outside of our family. Mates, jobs, holidays. Next thing I’ll find out she had dreams outside of being a mum or, even crazier, that she had other boyfriends before she met my dad.

“I wonder what happened to make her a two-dimensional background support player in the lives of others? So sad. It’ll never happen to me.”