Peacock blues...dark hues

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. 

Namaste