The Art of Talking

Have I written on this before? I don't remember. It sure felt as though I have. Because I'm darn sure this wasn't the first time I've thought about it, and so perhaps I might've written it down- somewhere. No matter. Right now I just needed to write this down.

Why do some people talk as if the whole world owes them something, and that they just have to put people down as they try to make their point? Does it hurt them to say it in a way that won't hurt anyone and still get their message across just the same? What is it, is it their ego that they're trying to polish as they speak those spiteful, obnoxious words? Perhaps I'm just used to people being nice most of the time. And so, when I bump into them, not only am I taken aback, I'm nauseated. Appalled. Befuddled. I don't know how to respond to that. How does one respond to that?

Perhaps I need to meet more people like this to learn how to respond to them. In a way I am glad it happened, and I'm once again reminded that not everyone is pleasant. It's been a long time since I last met someone who behaves as such. I am, too, reminded that I need to work on my art of speech. Note to self - I wouldn't ever want to be snarky like that, no matter what life throws at me in the future. I wouldn't ever want to be a cynic who has nothing but sarcasm to spatter, even if life successfully wears me down. This is me writing it as a pledge to myself, a reminder of sort, to not become such a person.

He who incited me to write this, I wonder, is he just plain untactful in his speech? Has the streaks of silver grey on his crown wore him down so much that this became his defense mechanism? He might have been a nice person in his youth; he may well still be, apart from that day. And then of course, there is another possibility that has nothing to do with the art of talking. It could be that this is him, period. Maybe. I'll never know. Then again, I'm not sure if I want to know.