I have two categories for offending people. One is intentional, the other is by mistake.
Sometimes it is intentional by mistake and other times it is by mistake intentional. (huh!??!) I'll explain later.
The root of my offensiveness is the admiration I have had for the great iconoclasts of our past, those who have ridden the sacred cow in and out of the proverbial abbertoir... My favourite bit of art is sometimes Marcel DuChamp's Fountain. (For an interesting interpretation check this out.)
A signed urinal, exhibited as art and I saw it at the Tate Gallery. Didn't smell it though.
What got me thinking about this is the thought that I might have offended some people at the college chapel this morning. Someone found a clerical collar outside, I announced it, asking if anyone had lost their collar, when no one claimed it I threw it down; as if someone was leaving the ministry - taking it off.
Well apparently I offended some people - and this falls into the 'by mistake' cattegory of offenses. This kind of offense makes me feel really bad for a while - I like people, so I don't want to offend them. In fact I am so sensitive about offending people - making them angry - that if I cut someone off in traffic (by mistake) I feel bad for about a week.
(Tell me Dr Phil; am I OK?)
(Psychotic I think.)