I’ve got no time or patience for that shit. You wanna argue? Got an urgent yen for a verbal tussle? You feel the need to flex your “debate” muscles? Feel a fit of condescension coming on? You’re a quart low on self esteem? Need to top up the old ego tank?
Go talk to your mother. Get a therapist. Join a club. Head down to your local pub. Get out of my face.
You want a civilized exchange of ideas, facts, and opinions? I’m fine with that but don’t play me with that devil’s advocate nonsense. Don’t come at me with the disingenuous “I’m just asking questions“ horseshit. I’m not interested in fluffing your ego and that’s what that passive aggressive tactic amounts to.
Maybe the folks who pull this jejune nonsense feel like no one listens to them and they have big, important thoughts and opinions? Okay. Get a blog. Write an opus. Stand on a milk crate outside Park Street station and pontificate to the masses.
Have a soul deep need to have the last word, make the final point? Pay me. It’s $150 per hour and I’ll need the bucks up front. What do you get? I’ll sit there exhibiting deeply thoughtful listening attitudes for as long as your wallet holds out. I’ll throw in the occasional “I hadn’t thought of it that way before” and “you make a good point “ for an extra sawbuck per interjection.
Hells bells, I’m deaf. I could sit in my comfy chair pretending to listen for hours on end. You could be raving on about Martians, tariffs, and game show hosts versus Fox “news” hosts.
People who pull the argument-as-sport snot-twaddle must really miss the days of the Roman Colosseum.
The Argument Clinic sketch – Monty Python
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