The movie Far and Away, starring Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman, is one of my favorite movies. Yeah, yeah, it’s a love story and I like that aspect okay, but in the context of this entry, I like the lead character Shannon’s feisty attitude.
Here’s some of the dialogue I liked best from the movie:
Coniff (a fellow worker to other workers): I think the prettiest girl in this factory, the one with the prettiest eyes, and the prettiest red hair, is Joseph’s sister – if you don’t mind me saying so Joseph.
Joseph Donnelly: Well, ya can say what you like lad. But I warn ya, that redhead has a bite that stings.
Flynn/Boss: [to Shannon] Get to work!
Shannon: Get your filthy hands off me you ugly animal!
Flynn: That’ll cost you a day’s wage. Go ahead. Insult me again.
Shannon: [somewhat quiet but determined, like she can’t keep it inside] Pig.
Flynn: There goes tomorrow. Done?
Now at this point, Shannon really should stop. She needs the money, and from a strictly monetary standpoint, she really can’t afford to lose another day’s wages. But, it was like she couldn’t contain herself. She just has to say something.
Shannon: [looks over to Joseph, who gestures “No!” she returns to work, but then spins around] Take Friday as well, you spineless little fraction of a man.
Joseph Donnelly: [laughs and smiles] Bite, lads. Bite.
While of course it helps to have the looks of Nicole Kidman, it’s not necessarily a prerequisite for a smart-ass mouth.
I made a blog entry recently where I pointed out that I would most likely meet my fate through employing sarcasm or smart-assery at the wrong time. You may remember it. Thinking about it today, I have to say that it’s likely true. I’m actually surprised it hasn’t happened before now. After all it’s not like this is a new, emerging talent…
Even now, I often cannot help myself from having the last word, or at least a word, with the totally clueless people I come across in my daily life. Of course I don’t mean people who are just unaware or those who maybe are just having a bad day (don’t we all have those!) or anything like that. I mean the truly senseless people of the world that are often hard to take. I seem to encounter them every single day. I don’t know how that’s possible, frankly, it just seems to be my karma. Lucky me.
Of course Facebook is the worst. Well, that’s the anonymity of the internet for you. People reveal their true selves – or just talk tough – because they know they’ll never meet the people they’re being rude to, or the gender they’re dismissing, or the people they’re being condescending to.
It can’t be just me, right? I’m sure everyone encounters these yahoos and deals with them in their own way…
For me, it is soooo difficult to just let it go. You know – you just know – that responding to stupidity on Facebook will get you nowhere because no-one (well, virtually no-one) is interested in the truth, they just want to hear themselves talk, or rather, type, and really only want to sow the seeds of dissent. You can’t really do much with people like that. Nonetheless it’s hard to hold back the “WTF is wrong with you!?” comments. At least for me. That’s nothing though – that’s just an ongoing frustration.
Where the real fear of my Grand Demise lies is in answering someone’s goofball question honestly (without running it through the “safety filter” first) or perhaps coming out with (what I think) is a comedic retort to a rude comment made by a person who just doesn’t find me funny (or as cute as Nicole Kidman).
Now, I do have some control. It’s not like I go throughout my day willy-nilly saying rude things to people who deserve a few choice words, whenever and wherever I want. But it’s damn hard, I can tell you that.
My tongue hurts by the end of the day, I kid you not.
What kind of people come into my life, you’re asking yourself.
And is it just me, I ask myself?
I meet them at parties, in restaurants, on the street, in a store – people who are blatantly rude, gender-biased, intolerant, condescending…they run the gamut. Sometimes they just come up with incredibly silly observations that deserve equally silly answers (à la Bill Engvall) and, for better or worse, it seems like my mind is always on fast forward in that regard.
I’ve gotten really good at making the smart-ass comments in my head and letting the “real,” more appropriate, comments come out of my mouth. But there are times I feel as if I must surely look like a fish gasping for breath.
You know the fish face thing – you want to say something, but you’re so dumbfounded by the person in front of you that you lack the appropriate response, or else you’re trying desperately to contain a not so appropriate response, so your mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for air as you mentally tell yourself, “Don’t say it, don’t say it. For God’s sake, don’t say it!”
That’s what I look like (or what I imagine I look like) when I’m mentally searching for some innocuous words to use instead of the ones I WANT to use.
I have to say, sometimes I feel like I hesitate for so long prior to saying something (from sheer shock at the stupidity of what the person has done or said) that we’ve skipped into another time zone.
The thing is…you can’t fix stupid. And while a very apropos remark might make me feel better at the time, the sad thing is, I think it would go totally over the heads of most of the people I’d be directing it to. And if they do understand it (with no explanations necessary) that’s when their anger might just kick in, and rather than pushing these folks toward an epiphany, it might just lead to them pushing me under a bus.
And then it’s helloooo afterlife…
“I’ve been accused of bein’ a lot of things…
inarticulate ain’t one of ’em.”
~ Boyd Crowder