I’m not as funny as you --- any of you --- really. But I am superb at realizing how funny things can be. That is to say, I think very highly of my personal sense of humor and how it is able to pick up on many levels of subtlety. I thought I would challenge myself by bragging.
For most of my life I have found any notion of ego or arrogance utterly repulsive. Probably rooted in my discordance with my brother (oh yeah, I have a brother! He’s quite-quite ignorant and arrogant --- isn’t that the perfect combo??), but interestingly enough, I still managed to befriend my bestest friend in high school who embodied the bravado of being the smartest man alive. Oh Solomon, the things you showed me. I suppose Jared also had tinges of an egomaniac as well.
My love of the Enneagram has showed me though that there is part of being a 2 that is secretly aware of their own ultimate power and strength --- repulsion being an aversion to one’s own nature.
The only thing I brag about with no shred of uneasiness is my art knowledge. I think choosing something as obscure as museum artwork to be knowledgeable about has worked to my advantage. Of course writing that down, I start to worry that I’m about to be tested (which I would love, so go ahead!). I suppose that’s part of the problem though. Once you’ve offered your own belief that you’re terrific at something, there’s always someone there ready to tear you down. I have learned to stuff it. Stuff it, Gabrielle.
At Hannah’s glorious Fourth Birthday Tea Party, I bought sugarcubes - by far the most charming thing about the décor, although the silver trays of sandwich triangles certainly weigh in. I would like to take this time to say that I pride myself on noticing the little details in life. Forget the big picture and the meat of life! Meh! I’m in it for the parsley!
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I, too, am a firm believer that life's most precious gifts/joys/surprises lay in the smallest of details. But we mustn't get to the place of being unable to see the forest through the trees. But hey, parley doesn't have to be just a flourish, why can't it be an ingredient?
but you're both wrong, for it is the *joke* that is sacred. have we taught you nothing?
for shame.
and where the hell did jacob come from? was someone going to tell us he started a blog? thanks.
I think Allen said something like, "I used to think you knew everything, but then I found out you're not as smart as you sound," or something like that.
It's a curse... really. :)
Janella says that a large source of my coming across as so self-righteous (well, besides being self-righteous, unfortunately) is how everything I say sounds as if I know what I'm talking about. As long as I can keep harnessing that evil trait into lecturing about things people want to believe I know about (like food), and getting paid for it, I'll be okay.
It also helps being married to someone who knows I'm not as smart as I sound--and can tell me I'm being condescending or self-righteous.
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