Monday, April 12, 2010

mrs. misanthrope



I have a problem: I hate everyone.

People annoy me for no good reason. For instance, I know someone who repeats the last two words of every sentence spoken to them and acts like he was already in the middle of saying the same thing, trying to sound smart. I can't handle it. Even worse are the people around this person who don't realize that he is full of crap.

Tonight, while gritting my teeth listening to this person speak, I had an epiphany. All of a sudden I knew why this whole situation irritated me so much: I have an impeccable bullshit detector. And you know how I got it?

Who has two thumbs and is full of BS??

That's right -- my husband has his PhD in bullshitting and one of the many many many gifts of our relationship has been my growing ability to pick up on any and all bs - in my house and out of it. All those definitions Yoni claimed to know, all the dinnertime wikipedia editing (which, by the way, has not been changed back... remember that next time you rely on good old wiki for ANYTHING) have led me to detect every teeny tiny embellishment anyone spews out and judge everyone around them for not picking up on it.

So there you have it, Yoni - you are the reason why I would rather spend time with the dog than with other people. When I get to the point where I have no friends and over 500 pictures of the dog, it will be all because of you. You know... if that ever happens. Not that it will be anytime soon.


Picture 474... taken January 20. 2009.





4 comments:

  1. Actually--if you must know--my Masters is in Bullshitting, whilst my PhD is is Guile.

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  2. Note the big words people - that's how he makes you think he knows everything.

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  3. you're like that jackass who gets on TV and does those "secrets behind the magic tricks" specials.


    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breaking_the_Magician%27s_Code:_Magic%27s_Biggest_Secrets_Finally_Revealed

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