I’ve discovered, in my ongoing study of stupidity, that stupers (short for regrettably stupid persons) have zero tolerance for quiet people. By “quiet” folks, I’m not referring to the creepy types who likely end up as stalkers, cult leaders, serial killers, Al Qaeda members or Sears appliance repair technicians.
During a meeting with a handful of executives last week, I heard complete and utter idiot, Sally, whine,
“Do we have to keep Quinn on the Board of Directors of XYZ Organization? I’ve never heard him say a word!”
“Never” in Sally’s meager mind referred to the past three Board meetings, two of which Quinn was not even present. Sally caught Quinn exercising quiet time during one meeting and that, dear readers, in the thimble size mind of the average stuper, means its time to push the eject button. And take note, it didn’t matter what others heard, but only that Sally had noticed Quinn’s silence. Stupers are notoriously self-indulgent in public.
I met “Quinn” for the first time a few months ago. He is soft spoken, pleasant and a gentle soul. Naturally, I took an instant liking to him. I see now that my initial impression of him was accurate. Resident stuper Sally found Quinn annoying and unfriendly. Because he chose to stay quiet during one lackluster meeting. Background on Sally: she’s a
bitch moron. And slightly deranged.
At our last Board of Directors meeting of XYZ Organization a few days ago, both Sally and Quinn were present. When volunteers were needed to assist with a task, Quinn spoke. He volunteered. With a smile, no less.
Sally was too busy watching the paint peel on the ceiling to notice (the building is historic).
How can anyone possibly improve him/herself when they are busy keeping their eyes on the behavior of others? In the case of Sally, rest assured that during the nearly one year time that I’ve been acquainted with her, no progress has occurred. She remains a Class A stuper.
How should we behave around Class A stupers? My initial reaction, as most of my devoted readers know, is to commit bodily harm. However, typically this impulse disappears within
weeks, days, a few hours, thirty minutes at most, several minutes, as I tend to come to my senses and realize that beating up idiots like Sally does no one any good. Plus, it’s hard on the knuckles.
Once not long ago, I did commit a beating, not on Sally’s person, but in the form of a brief, verbal assault. It did give me satisfaction, but not very much. And Sally continued pursuing stupidity with her usual fervor.
I don’t know what’s happened in the past experiences of people like Sally to compel them to act unkindly and without compassion or understanding toward others. But I do know that since walnut-size minds cannot be changed, we must change ourselves in a way that expands our own minds and forms a barrier so that morons can’t affect us (try as they might on a daily basis especially where I work; I hear from Sally practically every, freaking day).
I have to believe that it’s the consciousness of one’s own inferiority that makes a person hide behind or choose to act stupidly. We should share our goodness with people of inferior qualities. By exercising kindness toward them (unless, of course, you strongly feel a beating would be highly effective), we maintain our sanity and enhance our own well-being. Just a certain steadiness by the thinking mind can do wonders. In this way, we expand our own hearts and minds. And form a shield that stupers can’t penetrate.
Why not think?