You are probably NOT a genius.
Yesterday I overheard someone bragging about being a genius, as though it was some great weight on her young shoulders. Don't worry, sweetie, it'll pass. (Coincidentally, the day before I heard the genius remark, this young woman was talking about how all you needed to do to "sound smart" was to "throw in a few long words, such as substantiate.")
It might be that I'm a huge raging bitch, but lately I've sort of wanted to reach out and strangle people for no real reason. Things that normally made me roll my eyes are now causing me great inner rage. At the same time, I realize how difficult it is to even live for five minutes without annoying another person, and that makes me sort of sad. Who am I pissing off today? Are we all just a bunch of assholes? Some call this "perspective," although I think it's probably closer to "PMS."
Since I'm in full crotchety old woman mode, I've decided that this weekend I'm going to get my Christmas knitting in order. Step one: finish the acrylic church lady scarf I took from Jenny's car and present it to her as though it is an amazing present filled with hours of skillful craftswomanship. Which I suppose it is, if you count knitting in the dark while watching reruns of Sex and the City with my pants open and a glass of wine to be fantastically skillful.
It might be that I'm a huge raging bitch, but lately I've sort of wanted to reach out and strangle people for no real reason. Things that normally made me roll my eyes are now causing me great inner rage. At the same time, I realize how difficult it is to even live for five minutes without annoying another person, and that makes me sort of sad. Who am I pissing off today? Are we all just a bunch of assholes? Some call this "perspective," although I think it's probably closer to "PMS."
Since I'm in full crotchety old woman mode, I've decided that this weekend I'm going to get my Christmas knitting in order. Step one: finish the acrylic church lady scarf I took from Jenny's car and present it to her as though it is an amazing present filled with hours of skillful craftswomanship. Which I suppose it is, if you count knitting in the dark while watching reruns of Sex and the City with my pants open and a glass of wine to be fantastically skillful.
posted at 6:50 PM
5 Comments:
Tell us more about these open pants.
Steph, I am probably not a genius, but I do find myself around personalities that are more interested in boring (to me) things, and I often experience feelings of alienation, ennui, and loneliness.
Perhaps all that young lady needed was a hug.
Hugs: nature's way of squeezing someone while making them feel better.
Perhaps I should have given a little back story to the situation. Unfortunately, this comment was made by young woman at work who likes to talk herself up while putting other people down in a very loud manner. At first, I dealt with the situation by trying to smooth over her insecurities by praising her on the good work she does, thinking that a little encouragement was all she needed.
Unfortunately it has sort of backfired, and now I've become the person to whom she fires off very LOUD questions about when she can expect to be taking over so and so's job.
I can understand insecurity, and empathize. I CAN'T condone people insulting others who are doing very good jobs, merely to make themselves feel better.
I'm getting a little tired of trying to deflect sneaky gossip, and the genius comment just made me snort more than it made me want to help by giving her positive attention.
Ah, work drama. I've gone more than a year at this place without it, too. I suppose it had to end sometime.
hahahahaha. i compare people who say they are a genius to people who say they are crazy. if you are either, you needn't tell anyone.
Substantiate? That's her BIG word? Wow. Deep.
Knitting, Sex and the City, and wine? Move over, I'll be there in an hour.
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