Azzholes certainly do have more fun.

"Nice Segway - is that to replace the one he ate?"

Whenever a 50 something lady post a bikini picture... I say to myself MUST RESIST!

This was one of a multitude of lessons I learned in EST back in the '70s.
I continue to teach it to others to this day.
On the phone I will ask, "What's in front of you that you can pick up?"
They may say a pen or whatever.
I say to 'try' to pick it up. They usually pick it up...and say so.
Then I say, "OK. This time just 'try' to pick it up...so they don't...and say so.
The lesson, as in this upload, is...there is no such thing as "Try".
We either do something or we don't. I think it's from Zen...or some such.
The End.
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Another one...I stopped saying, "I can't make it to that event."
Instead, I say, "I'm not willing to go because I don't see myself getting value out of that."
I could easily make it to that event, I just choose to not...and say so.
What I can't do is to stand in front of my front door, jump up and land on my roof.
So there are things that I can't do...but I no longer use "can't" as an excuse.
The End.
;)

The guy who stood there and took that picture is a first class azzhole.
If you want to learn the craft, they have some experts over in PARF.

For sure.
And one of the expert PARF craftsmen over there goes by the username of "wdfifteen"
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SmileWavy

He's not really good t it though. I'm a dick. Get used to it.

Hmm. What is the hierarchy of asshattery?
1:Azzhole
2:dick
3;asshat
4;jerk
???

Oh come on. I don't even rank. :D

I never try to be nice...

I have two questions for you?

1. How old are you?

2. How did you survive for so long?

Once responded to someone who called me an azzhole - "No, actually, I'm a prick. Know the difference? One gets fuched, the other does the *******. Guess which one you are?"

Meeting over. That was a fun day.

True enough...you don't get into the ranks of childishness. SmileWavy
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It's just your goofy world view. ;)

Perhaps you could youtube a TED talk? :D

I wish I had it in me to say what I'm thinking. I usually don't (99% of the time I keep it to myself). It probably wouldn't make a bit of difference to the folks it was directed at other than to piss off people that then spent the rest of their day spreading the negativity. We've all got enough of that.

I try (it doesn't always work) to keep the following in mind: "gust of wind".

I saw a video online a while back. The video is by and about a journalist that had a panic attack on the air, and then through a series of happenstance, eventually got into meditation. The journalist, Dan Harris, is now trying to spread the word about meditation. Anyway, in the video that I saw, the journalist, before he was "on board" with this sort of thing, interviewed Eckhart Tolle. This one particular part stuck with me and made a bunch of sense.

The funny thing is that you could tell Dan was thinking "this is total BS" and to me seem to be getting visibly annoyed with Eckhart.

Anyway, it made sense to me, why personalize someone cutting you off or any other number of things? Why let all of the crap get to you and ruin your day and your life? It's almost like the part of Office Space where Peter just doesn't care. Yeah, that's not a great example, but the crap in life just isn't bothering him at that point.
The interview, if you're curious about that one part, watch 1:10 until about 1:45
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The longer version that I originally saw

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I still often (daily?) think that most people are stupid and/or oblivious and they irritate me. I had been meditating, but have stopped and lost of lot of the "gust of wind" attitude that I had for a bit.

You can get that "gust of wind" back adding a little beans and cabbage to your diet.

Don't know what that means. :confused:

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I learned that to express displeasure with my Dad, that one had to phrase their language very carefully. My Dad was very smart and well educated, where one had to be quick in any intellectual brawl. I always figured that we were about equal, with my own conceit giving me the push..maybe I was a tad quicker? Eventually in that contest of wills I won, where he had an epiphany and saw the light where he changed his perceptions...In other words I convinced him to believe me and not his own lying eyes. You try and do that with your own emotionally entrenched parent...there are subjective emotional issues swirling on both sides of that fence.

Almost all of you suck it up and go along with the (family) Party line... not me. Now some of you might think that you have really done sumthing:D but remember I listen to you..and for the most part you are still bound to rock of perceptions. As I said you can take the boy outa the hood but you can't take the hood outa the boy...

So in that I am one nasty mtherfker....

BTW When my Dad was 10 years old his right foot was crushed by a car where the MD's wanted to amputate it. My Grandfather didn't let them and had it set. With a cast on his foot he was out in downtown Detroit (1920's) selling newspapers. An older kid wanted to bully him off of his corner where my Dad took his crutch and bashed him over the head..ending that matter. So my Dad was no limp dick pansy.