Few men would have the gall to pick at another man's dinner when they have their own sumptuous meal before them. Why, then, are we so presumptuous as too pick apart a man's deepest thoughts and emotions, when we have our own sitting before us, begging to be analysed? Where do all these part-time psychologists get off interpreting another man's thoughts and actions when it is quite obvious that they do not even understand their own?
What do I mean by part-time psychologist? I mean a person who, without the least bit of technical training in that feild, feels that they are somehow qualified to tell you exactly what your unconscious motivations are for everything that you do. We all know this type. He is the most common type there is. He is that slightly over-intellectualized friend who does not yet have the wisdom to act as a counter-weight to his thoughts. In other words, he isn't so very clever as he thinks he is. He knows what your problem is, but he doesn't yet know how to keep that bit of information to himself.
If there were but one thing that I could teach to these people, it would be how to shut the fuck up, and quit being so damn presumptuous as to think you know what's going on in another's head.
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