Warning: Self-righteous rant ahead. Proceed with caution and be not taketh-ing me seriously. Remember that this is all obnoxious blowharding from the least perfect person on Earth. On with the rant, then...
I'm sure I'm guilty of it myself.
But you wanna know what I hate?
Braggers. People who just can't stop talking about how great they are, how many totally killer things they did, how people are just so lucky to have them around.
I'm not talking about the honesty of being able to express satisfaction of a job well done. I'm not talking about pride in one's accomplishments. I'm not talking about having a strong sense of self-efficacy. All these things are good... nay, not good... wonderful.
I'm talking about relentless, attention-seeking, boastful bragging.
I had an interaction recently with a person I haven't talked to in a good long while. A coon's age, if you will. I thought we could just chat (online, of course, long distance charges being what they are and me being the cheap bastard I am), catch up a bit, and call it a day. One of those "hey long time no see how ya been whatcha been up to ok been good talking to you see you around" conversations. I only had five minutes, so it should have been.
Instead, I was subjected to what can only be described as an unremitting barrage of self-aggrandizing own-horn-tooting. Long story long... it annoyed me.
And generally annoys me.
Thank you for reading my whiney rant. You may now continue with your regularly scheduled non-cranky life.
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