Yes. I don't like being treated like an substitute teacher. Turning my back to write on the chalk board and SOMEONE beans me in the back of the head with a pea shooter.
I turn around...NiceGal sitting there with that o so innocent who me look that only girls can pull off.
"NiceGal, go stand in the corner. And fork it over. It's being confiscated."
No worries. As I've told everyone here before, rhino skin. I'm arrogant enough not to let others' thoughts about me affect me since I don't have any control over them even if I did have a clue what they were.
We can only react to externalizations of OPs internal thoughts about us. What goes on in OPs heads is none of our business.
But I will definitely own up to my ignorance if pointed out...makes things move more quickly/productively IRL:
"Stigmata, you don't have any idea what the F you're talking about."
Stig: [weighing the comment] "You're absolutely right. Upon further reflection, I do not know what the F I am talking about. I will let someone else comment who has a better grasp of the situation. I apologize for wasting everyone's valuable time." [not unheard of BTW] Have a nice night, NiceG. If you need me I'll be down in the teachers' lounge blissfully ignorant of the large "kick Me" sign taped to my back, courtesy of one of your churlish classmates.
-Mr. Stigmata- "substitute teacher"
The difference between a warrior and an ordinary man is the warrior views everything as a challenge; the ordinary man views everything as either a blessing or a curse.
-Yaqui shaman Don Juan-
...and that holds 2x true for nice guy wussies, DJ
