Grace, Grit & the Great Escape from Clowns

There are days when I radiate peace.
And then there are days… when I radiate visible restraint.

Let’s be honest — no one told me that adulthood would be a never-ending obstacle course of dodging self-appointed geniuses, serial interrupters, and those delightful beings who believe subtlety is a kind of pasta.

Yes, I was raised right.
Yes, I was told to smile politely, not to slap someone with a sandal in broad daylight — no matter how deeply they deserved it.
Yes, I have a therapist’s patience and a diplomat’s poker face.

But also yes… I occasionally fantasize about flinging a thesaurus at someone and whispering,
“Educate yourself. Quietly.”

And then… there’s a whole other breed — the ones who pretend casualness is a personality.
Who wear mediocrity like a badge of rebellion.
You know the type — “Oh I didn’t really prepare, I’m just winging it”, they say, like it’s cool to underachieve.
As if effort is passé and being clueless is the new intellectual chic.
Spoiler alert: it’s not.
Being deliberately average while pretending you’re above caring is not a flex — it’s a full-blown idiocracy symptom.
Put that on a tote bag and carry it to therapy.

I used to explain. I used to try. I used to offer logic, layered with politeness.
But darling — logic is wasted on people who believe their Wi-Fi password is a personality trait.

So now?

Now, I sip my tea.
I smile.
I adjust my metaphorical crown (and real-life shawl),
And I walk away.

Not because I’ve lost.
But because I’ve evolved.

You see, my self-confidence — though occasionally rattled by their absurdity — always returns stronger, like a loyal golden retriever with better judgment.

There was a time I’d lose sleep over being misunderstood or taken for granted.
Now? I lose sleep over whether I should install a “Fool Filter” app in my social life. Patent pending.

And yes, staying silent, staying civil, and staying sane amidst the chaos is exhausting.
But as Grandma used to say —
“If pigs want to roll in the mud, don’t offer your hand — offer a hose.”

So to the over-smart, the loud-wrong, the effort-allergic, and the self-obsessed…
Live well.
Just not near me.

And then is there a moral to the whole ‘story’….I wonder; Maybe there is!

I will not stoop.
I will not snap.
But oh boy, I will silently narrate your downfall like an Oscar-worthy monologue.

#WalkAwayWisely

#SilenceWieldsPower

#ClassOverClowns

#MediocrityIsNotAMood

#TiredButStillTooClassy