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Making fun of people for admitting they don't know things.
I wish more guys just said they didn't know something instead of clearly not knowing what they're talking about and running their mouth based on vibes
A friend of mine keeps doing this. He'll pretend to be an expert of fucking anything, and you can generally tell immediately that he doesn't know shit. When he goes on about things that I actually do know things about it's unbearable, and of course his ego is too fragile to handle being told he's wrong.
We have a lot of impressive common friends with awesome general knowledge, and I frequently wonder how the hell we have the patience to keep him around. My general knowledge is shite, but at least I'm quite open about being ignorant.
He's hyper sensitive about social situations, yet introducing him to new people is almost always embarrassing.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, he is a professional psychologist.
Your friend is Jordan Peterson
Thank god he is guaranteed to hate Jordan Peterson - he has redeeming qualities as well. But reading back my comment it's uncanny how much it sounds like him.
Wait what's wrong with psychologists? I respect them for not killing themselves from having to deal with other people's psychological problems.
Yeah, it's an important and challenging job, and I have several friends who are psychologist.
It is, however, a bit of a stereotype that a lot of people who choose to become psychologists are often to some degree themselves viable clients. Perhaps wanting to understand themselves is a motivation to study it in the first place.
They can still do an amazing job, but I think a lot of psychologist find themselves in a Pagliacci situation where they can help anyone but themselves.
I know one of these. He's extremely insecure and has other issues but he will talk about ANYTHING as if he were an expert
I have a friend like this but he's fortunately self aware enough to confess that he just like lecturing when you call him on something. It's almost endearing
In eighth grade I got into an argument on the bus, precursor to the Internet, with a kid about my ignorance of sex. He drew a picture of a diaphragm and ridiculed me for not knowing what it was.