People who say, “I told you so,”
tend to be arrogant. They believe that they
are right and that their opinion matters.
In any dialog, constructive or non-constructive
criticism causes them to fly off the handle.
There is no way to discuss an important event
if it doesn’t agree with their inner concept.
They think that it is “others” who always have
to have their way. They are a walking target.
Topics can’t extend to the next level when
simple facts have to be drastically altered.
Refreshed friends relish their bizarre company.
A highly sensitive, self-centred wavelength
is a comic break in a slow after noon.
The rehashing of wronged rights causes a stir
and a chance to scuff old turf. The devil looks
on with disbelief that his plan is going so well.
After awhile, the rage settles down but their
life still remains stretched. I like to think
that the bluster is over and that there is an end
to the gang wars. But, a stiff upper neck
can only strain or crack a sore mind set.
“Do it my way, stupid.” “DIMWS!”
I can tell by the tight lips and stern look
that their pride is still on ‘burnt.’
Everyone else is considered an idiot.
Sacrilegious and secular images, to boot.
Take your semi-God tribe somewhere else.
I haven’t got time to deal with fixed glares.
No one agrees on what was said or on how
it was said, period. Appreciation for each other
is a cause-celeb to denounce anything ‘French.’
Backing down takes courage. Can blow-hearts
relinquish control to the easy-bay-riders along
the coast? Never! They can be counted on
to remain boiled, petulant and hateful. It actually,
takes less and less to set them off on a defensive,
pain-body tirade. Imbedded, corner blocks from
a primitive past are used to cast anger and fear.
They are easy, laughable targets.
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of Digging For Sand ~ Holding Violent Change