No, You Don't Know Everything
It's true I'd readily admit to being a misanthrope, it's not a secret. I'm not a "people" person, but I'm able to be cordial to most people when needed. There are certain types of people, however, that I just cannot tolerate at all. One of those types is the "know-it-all" person. I truly want to kill these people.
Look, I don't claim to know everything...shit, I barely know anything. It's really not possible for one person to know everything about everything, so the know-it-all type is particularly annoying. These are the people who try to "one-up" you no matter what you say and ramble on and on about a particular subject just to show off their knowledge. If you make a statement about anything, they manage to find something incorrect about what you said and make a correction of sort, just to make you look stupid or something. I suppose it's some sort of superiority/inferiority complex that they have that causes them to do this, but it the end it just makes them unpleasant to be around.
This weekend I had to spent a considerable amount of time around not one, but two, know-it-all types on Saturday and Sunday respectively. In both cases the K-I-A was a hanger-on of a friend of mine that I had plans with, forcing me to spend time with them despite all their ramblings and corrections. Yes, it was truly a case of "hell is other people."
On Saturday, I had planned to interview a friend for her work with Pit Bull rescue and her K-I-A/Gigantic Asshole boyfriend was with her, randomly creating conversation with me while she was off doing other things. He had knowledge of my work shooting and casting porn so he felt that could share these pearls of advice with me...
"If you're looking to cast some broads for your porn shoots, you should go over to the trailer parks. I know this one broad who lives in the trailer park down the road...she's hotter than any model you've ever seen, you'd be amazed. And with these trailer park broads, all you have to do is show them an 8-ball and they'll do anything you want."
After hours of listening to this guy interrupt his girlfriend's conversations with me, demand to be taken shopping at Cabela's, here, there, and everywhere, I was ready to lose it. This guy had nothing positive to say...ever. He was just a heap of negative energy that drained the life out of everyone who had to share the same room as him. Needless to say, I won't be taking his trailer park advice.
As if that wasn't enough, today I went on a shopping excursion with a friend of mine and a friend of hers from school. The school friend seemed nice enough, but as soon I started in on any topic of conversation, the corrections and one-ups kicked in. For example-
Me: "Oh it's a beautiful day outside. I think it's supposed to be 40 degrees today."
Friend: "No, that's tomorrow. it's just freezing today, tomorrow it's supposed to be 40."
Truth: Today's high was 40, tomorrow will be 46.
Next we were talking about flea markets and I mentioned the history of Maxwell Street, which their college is located near. I told them how the Maxwell Market has been moved several times due to the gentrification of the neighborhood and how it's being re-located once again a few streets over from the location where it's at now, Canal Street.
Friend: "Oh, you know where the Jamba juice and Caribou Coffee is over by University Village, that's where all these guys use to peddle junk years ago in a flea market."
Yes, I explained to her. That's what I was just talking about...did she not hear me or did she just pretend not to hear me? So here's this person who's not only not a Chicago native, but not even a native of the United States trying to tell me, a lifelong Chicago native, that she knows more about Maxwell Street than me. I may not know everything or even claim that I do, but I do know my hometown. Better than you.
It's funny because my best and longest standing client is a know-it-all type. He calls every week, looking to see a new girl and in his sessions he babbles on and on revealing all his self-proclaimed knowledge about various subjects until his face turns blue. He especially loves to gossip about his knowledge of various Chicago escort services, the girls who work for them and all the information he knows about who runs them, etc. He's a serial "one-upper" who's friendly enough, but mostly irritating to a severe degree. He calls me every week (or more) and wants the girls that see him to pretend that they're his actual girlfriend when he introduces them to his roommate.
In addition to his short stature and small penis, I sometime wonder if he'd have better luck getting an actual girlfriend if he wasn't such a K-I-A. After awhile listening to a guy who thinks he has to be an authority on every subject humanly possible can really be more than a little disconcerting. If someone is really that insecure about themselves that they have to make those around them feel lesser by overstepping them at every move, then maybe they don't deserve to be surrounded by people at all. Hence, having to pay for companionship.
So I may not not everything, but I do know one thing, nobody likes a know-it-all.
If you are one, please stop. There's no way that you can know everything so stop pretending like you do.
Look, I don't claim to know everything...shit, I barely know anything. It's really not possible for one person to know everything about everything, so the know-it-all type is particularly annoying. These are the people who try to "one-up" you no matter what you say and ramble on and on about a particular subject just to show off their knowledge. If you make a statement about anything, they manage to find something incorrect about what you said and make a correction of sort, just to make you look stupid or something. I suppose it's some sort of superiority/inferiority complex that they have that causes them to do this, but it the end it just makes them unpleasant to be around.
This weekend I had to spent a considerable amount of time around not one, but two, know-it-all types on Saturday and Sunday respectively. In both cases the K-I-A was a hanger-on of a friend of mine that I had plans with, forcing me to spend time with them despite all their ramblings and corrections. Yes, it was truly a case of "hell is other people."
On Saturday, I had planned to interview a friend for her work with Pit Bull rescue and her K-I-A/Gigantic Asshole boyfriend was with her, randomly creating conversation with me while she was off doing other things. He had knowledge of my work shooting and casting porn so he felt that could share these pearls of advice with me...
"If you're looking to cast some broads for your porn shoots, you should go over to the trailer parks. I know this one broad who lives in the trailer park down the road...she's hotter than any model you've ever seen, you'd be amazed. And with these trailer park broads, all you have to do is show them an 8-ball and they'll do anything you want."
After hours of listening to this guy interrupt his girlfriend's conversations with me, demand to be taken shopping at Cabela's, here, there, and everywhere, I was ready to lose it. This guy had nothing positive to say...ever. He was just a heap of negative energy that drained the life out of everyone who had to share the same room as him. Needless to say, I won't be taking his trailer park advice.
As if that wasn't enough, today I went on a shopping excursion with a friend of mine and a friend of hers from school. The school friend seemed nice enough, but as soon I started in on any topic of conversation, the corrections and one-ups kicked in. For example-
Me: "Oh it's a beautiful day outside. I think it's supposed to be 40 degrees today."
Friend: "No, that's tomorrow. it's just freezing today, tomorrow it's supposed to be 40."
Truth: Today's high was 40, tomorrow will be 46.
Next we were talking about flea markets and I mentioned the history of Maxwell Street, which their college is located near. I told them how the Maxwell Market has been moved several times due to the gentrification of the neighborhood and how it's being re-located once again a few streets over from the location where it's at now, Canal Street.
Friend: "Oh, you know where the Jamba juice and Caribou Coffee is over by University Village, that's where all these guys use to peddle junk years ago in a flea market."
Yes, I explained to her. That's what I was just talking about...did she not hear me or did she just pretend not to hear me? So here's this person who's not only not a Chicago native, but not even a native of the United States trying to tell me, a lifelong Chicago native, that she knows more about Maxwell Street than me. I may not know everything or even claim that I do, but I do know my hometown. Better than you.
It's funny because my best and longest standing client is a know-it-all type. He calls every week, looking to see a new girl and in his sessions he babbles on and on revealing all his self-proclaimed knowledge about various subjects until his face turns blue. He especially loves to gossip about his knowledge of various Chicago escort services, the girls who work for them and all the information he knows about who runs them, etc. He's a serial "one-upper" who's friendly enough, but mostly irritating to a severe degree. He calls me every week (or more) and wants the girls that see him to pretend that they're his actual girlfriend when he introduces them to his roommate.
In addition to his short stature and small penis, I sometime wonder if he'd have better luck getting an actual girlfriend if he wasn't such a K-I-A. After awhile listening to a guy who thinks he has to be an authority on every subject humanly possible can really be more than a little disconcerting. If someone is really that insecure about themselves that they have to make those around them feel lesser by overstepping them at every move, then maybe they don't deserve to be surrounded by people at all. Hence, having to pay for companionship.
So I may not not everything, but I do know one thing, nobody likes a know-it-all.
If you are one, please stop. There's no way that you can know everything so stop pretending like you do.
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