ASP can be Active Server Page. At least that's the definition with which I'm most familiar. It's about how web pages are controlled and rendered in your web browser.
My take lately is Asymmetrical Sensitivity Profile.
A person with an Asymmetrical Sensitivity Profile can present themselves as really blunt and harsh and critical towards nearly everyone around them, but if that person has one hint of a word said to them about anything that is in the slightest way direct, or against their opinion, or slightly coaching, or emotionally unexpected, they will treat you like The Beast himself who has come to rip their soul from their bodies. In their eyes, you will be the biggest POS on the face of the earth. And for that matter the most evil person in existence in the universe.
e.g. someone shares an idea in a group setting, and the Mr. Asshole in the group says to them "that is the stupidest idea I have ever heard in my life." And he doesn't think twice about it. But if someone tells Mr. Asshole that his idea doesn't really fit within the scope of the project at the moment, then he'll think to himself, "You are a prick and you're trying to sabotage my career. I can’t wait to stab you in the back you freakin' moron."
Have you ever told someone something innocuous like "you have some ketchup right there" (pointing to your own chin), then they react with a sour look on their face? Like they are thinking "what the fuck, man? I can't have a little ketchup on my face while I'm enjoying my fucking fries? Why do you have to be so fucking annoying?!"
One time I told a guy who came by my cube that he had something on his face. It looked like a dab of lotion. I couldn't help myself because it was so obvious and I didn't want him to walk around too much longer with it. I wasn't laughing at him. I wasn't actively clowning on him for having it on his face. I simply stated a fact in about as dry and nice way as I could. But maybe I unintentionally sounded like an asshole???. He promptly simultaneously turned around, brushed off the piece of tissue and left. He abandoned whatever conversation he was about to start with me. It felt like he was mumbling "Damn you Dae. Why the hell you gotta be like that?"
I tried to think about it from his point of view. Maybe it was that he was too embarrassed or something. But what's crazy is that he was one of the most brash and confident dudes in the office. He would not have any reason to be embarrassed around a lowly engineer like me. He walked away and I went back to work and to this very day I have no idea what was going through his head.
My name is Dae Yu.