Yesterday, or shall I say it was the wee, early hours of the day's evening...I had a conversation with an educated know-it-all. I use the term, "conversation" extremely loosely...as it teetered closely to the rim of a volatile tennis match, with only one player, armed with two rackets and an automatic ball shooter (or whatever they're affectionately called).
She was the worst kind of know it all...a know it all that knows it all, about knowing it all; and then some. I'm not quite sure how's she's able to effectively course through life socially, without stumbling awkwardly and shamefully. But, when I think about it...shame doesn't appear to be something she's ever been formerly introduced to (at least not outwardly). A brass coat of arrogance encompasses and deflects another's presence let alone words that could carelessly, fumble out of one's mouth, from this boastful peacock's view (peripheral or otherwise). Deep down, on the inside where it counts, she's painfully alone...speaking through panged lips...dripping toxic venom with directed intentions.
I've been in this exact predicament before, with the same person (almost), just a different face (almost), name, state and time. I had the exact response each time...silence. The turn-off was immediate, firm and without recourse. The relationship shall never progress pass cordial, politeness.
What, I learned in this is...even, while evolving, some things, simply stay the same. Untouched, undisturbed and uninterrupted. I've never been moved by boastfulness. Stay humble.
Meow Kittens! Be sure to join us on social media @eclecticallybalanced, join our #kindnessmovement, #sharetheLove, and subscribe to our mailing list.
*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...