he mistakes indignance for intelligence and she equates casual knowledge with complete understanding. She’s embarrassingly subjective in her approach toward life and believes that all things should be judged based on her ideas of morality and sensibility. In other words, if she likes it, then it must be good; if it doesn’t make sense to her, then it must be stupid; if she doesn’t agree with it, then it must be wrong. Nothing surprising here, really. Now that I start writing about this, I realize that most people are the same way.

I thought, briefly, about replying to what she had written and, at the very least, ask her what direct experience she has with her subject that makes her such a smug and arrogant expert in it. Has she been through it herself? Does she have a degree in the field? Has she at least had someone very close to her go through it? Doubtful. Yet there she is, triumphantly announcing ‘bullshit!’ over something that she obviously is clueless about. How do I know she’s clueless? Her argument makes it sadly obvious. I, on the other hand, do have direct experience.

But instead of writing to her, starting an argument which she’ll just claim is me trying to ‘start drama’, I just walked away from the desk and found something else to do. I find myself doing that more often lately than not. In the past, I wouldn’t have hesitated; I’d have jumped right in, teeth bared. Now I just don’t care enough about expressing my opinion. Most people don’t want to have their opinions challenged and the rest wouldnt really listen anyway. If I’d have written anything, she’d have gotten even more unbearable and that would’ve taken up what precious time I have available to me to whine about it here.

And that is what’s important.