It has me lost how so many people can be experts on everything yet know nothing.
These types of people piss me off to tears.
The reality is they know sweet fuck all and preach to everybody around them about subjects they would know zero nothing, zip about.
This expert field of bullshit got me wondering, how long did this know it all study in his or her field of becoming a self-appointed judge, jury and executioner, a self-riotous son of a bitch who can throw rocks in their own glass house, how long has this mother of all being and divine thoughts actually had so much to say about a subject that is of no fucking relevance at all yet they have somehow made it into a focus point of everything?
I start to wonder to myself how many hours has this person spent perfecting their mind numbing head fucking opinions.
As I sigh, with a feeling of pity for this idiot, there is simply no point at being pissed off with somebody who stands in front of a mirror and can literally start a fucking argument with themselves.
There is no point in attempting to bring this to his or her attention as they have an honours in being right again a self-proclaimed award but none the less an award.
This total waste of space human is simply sad, as I remind myself of mindful listening, and think back to early days of learning about behaviour blah blah.
As I remember back to why it is that I am me, I get this grin, slight but there.
This is the simple yet real thing that sets this dickhead that knows everything about nothing apart from me, from my world, from effecting the way I choose to react to his or her total boring and utterly transparent ramblings, or not.
No reaction sometimes is far more effective than giving an explosive one.
The cliché, of how my silence is deafening is actually truer than I could have ever imagined.
Oh fuck I have hit the next level, pass go collect $200 and con-grad-u-fuck-a-ltions.
There is such a word as evolution, I have just nailed it, because me myself and I just evolved from being good to being fucking brilliant.
I myself and me, take great delight in knowing this, therefore could not really give a shit what Mr Ms miss or Mrs I know everything about nothing is rattling on and on with, it’s a bit like attempting to play guitar, minus the strings. There is no noise, just some cracker strumming on fresh air.
It is with this thought, I beat the symbols on my air drums, turn my back and say nothing, I say nothing because I don’t need to say a word, and my silence at this subject says it all.