Confession time: I have know-it-all tendencies. I know that’s going to shock so many of my friends. Heh.
Sometimes I catch myself in the middle of a recitation of my knowledge (on damned near any subject barring nuclear physics or microbiology or microeconomics or anything actually demanding years of study and education), and I’m momentarily self-chastened. That is, until the next time I feel the need to hold forth on one of my areas of expertise.
Other times I don’t realize I’ve been a complete and utter boor until around midnight when I awaken from a deep sleep to replay every asinine comment I’d made during the day. It matters not that I was correct in my assertions (well, at least I believed I was correct), but that I’d managed to hijack a conversation and made it about me.
I didn’t make any resolutions at the beginning of this new year, but if it isn’t too late I’m going to do so right now. Any time I open my mouth to insert my unsolicited opinion I’m going to take a deep breath and smile instead. If I forget to exhale, someone might want to check my pulse.