My capacity for turning the other cheek when faced with utter bullshit has reached its limits.
If you cannot respect my opinion, do not bother asking for it.
If I express my opinion, do not consider it your intrinsic duty to tell me how wrong my choice is, and how right it could be if only I changed my focus to a target of your choosing.
Do I look utterly stupid to you?
Does my face scream of my inner imbecility?
You should know the reason you always win an argument is not because you are right. But that people have better things to do with their time than banging their heads against a brick wall.
I do not wish to hear how you forced your opinions down someone else’s throat.
I do not wish to hear stories of your greatness. Of how you defied odds to get the best there was.
Do you not hear yourself?
Or, do you never stop wanting to hear yourself?
And then you berate others for not listening to your opinions. When you tell me behind their backs how utterly wrong they were for not listening to your advice, how stupid and pig-headed they can be.
Do you say the same about me when I am not around? I bet you do. What else do you say? Everything? Who do you say it to? Everybody?
Does anyone take you seriously?
You look at me with that expression on your face when I tell you what I think. I can see the wheels turning in your mind. Not listening to what I say, but coming up with an argument to counter it.
“The sky is blue”, I say.
“No, it is a little overcast”, you counter.
“It’s nice out today.”
“There is a brisk wind, it’s getting chilly.”
“This cake is delicious.”
“The one I ate yesterday was better.”
You have perfected polite bullshit to an art form.
If I call you on it, I’m the one who looks like a shrew, like a woman with a bug up her ass.
You see, I have not perfected the art of polite bullshitting. So I’ll say it straight.
Shut up.
Disjoint Wisdom 