Don’t Let the Door Hit You in the Ass on Your Way Out

Did you ever feel this way about a person in the room but didn’t have the cojones to say it out loud? Or you just didn’t want to deal with the fallout of such a comment?  Sometimes I feel like I have just had enough of someone’s presence and I am barely holding on to some semblance of common courtesy (which by the way is a lot less common than you think).  What I really want to say is something like the above title or “why don’t you take your sorry behind home?  No one likes you and no one wants you here.”  Or at least I don’t.   There are just some people who suck the joy out of a room.  And I’m not even talking about Debby Downer-types.  Those I kind of understand and feel empathy for. I don’t like to hang around them too long either, but that’s different.   It’s the people who are in-your-face rude and consider it entertaining to put others down and tear them up in public that I refer to today.

You know the type:  he or she will walk into a room and talk in a really loud voice, making observations about the situation in the world today or something or someone in the room.  No one else has a right to an opinion, no one else’s thoughts matter, no one else is as smart or savvy.  Woe to the person who even tries to stand up to or share a rebuttal or a counter argument with this type.  Might as well paint a target on your forehead and wait for the arrow, or jump in front of an oncoming train. This type of person draws a crowd of curious onlookers and then performs incredible feats of social nastiness.  The rest of the crowd either sticks around silently to rubber-neck like they are witnessing a car accident,  or quietly slinks away hoping not to draw the attention of the main attraction to themselves.

Even when there is no crowd, and it is just me and such a person in a little one-on-one,  he or she feels obligated to continue ranting and overpowering my every word.  It just gets old having to spar continuously with certain people.  I always feel like I have to be 100% on and not let my guard down, lest I say something that opens me up for more ridicule.  What a tremendous amount of energy it takes to be around someone like this.  I’ll pass.

I’m not saying I can’t deal with confrontation.  I actually have no problem with that, especially if I feel there is an injustice of some sort being committed. That’s the New Yorker in me saying, “HEY!  Let’s hash this out here and not pussyfoot around! Lay it on the table and let’s deal!”  The type of person I’m referring to is someone I usually would be around in social situations or even work situations, where everyone should be open and sharing and eager for discussions that enlighten.  There is no chance of enlightenment when you are being bulldozed by one of these egotistical, narrow-minded types.  Every utterance of mine is viewed as an attack to be defended at all costs.  Exhausting.  Aggravating.

Don’t get me wrong; I am known as a pretty opinionated person myself.  My blog is a testament to that fact.  But I also pride myself on being an intense learner and a pretty good listener.  I am fascinated by the opinions of others, even when I think they are incredibly misguided (read as “stupid/insane/ignorant”.   You can take the girl out of New York but…).  The only possible exception to this is FOX news- I can’t stand it.

I just think narcissistic, self-absorbed people  should shut up at least half the time and let others share their views without fear of verbal assault. Otherwise, seriously, buh-bye, thanks for coming

About ordinarywomanextraordinarylife

I began writing at seven years old. My first rejection was from my mother who would not come off a nickel for a hand-published and self-illustrated scary story. Over thirty-seven years of teaching writing to elementary age children, I honed my skills in storytelling; which led to the completion of my first novel, Woven.
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