Everything I Need to Know, I Learned from People Who are Smart

Today, I break my rules and provide actual real insight into my life via this excerpt from my personal and apparently not so private anymore journal:

There are people. And they think that because they have been awarded a position of authority [most probably on the basis of someone else’s poor judgment or inability to make a good decision], they must be right. It is these people about whom I grudge today.

They think that they are right in all ways of everything. They think that, because of that mistaken case of worthiness for their job, since they have this position of “authority,” I should want to listen and learn from them. In fact, I don’t. In fact, I don’t want to learn anything from them, let alone be required to sit diligently on the floor of a small, contained room [yes, there is a window, but it opens up to a wall—ha! the fun Freud would have had with that] painted a brilliant vibrant shade and have to simply listen. NO. I have listened to many people in my life—some by choice, some by requirement. Many of those people actually had important, relevant and worthy information for me. Then there are those people, of whom I am writing about, that spout completely and totally bogus information. “Diarrhea of the mouth, constipation of the brain” is how someone I once knew [wearing a tacky toupee] used to explain it.