Someone once told me...in scathing tones...with a withering look on their face...that I was too clever by half and there's is such a thing as being too clever for one's own good.
She delivered that sentiment right out of nowhere and I felt suitably squashed.
It came back to me just now while I was looking at Jenny's photographs of the flowers...and a bird...she saw while out on Dartmoor. I hadn't the faintest idea what the pretty yellow flower was...but I do know the proper names for the others ...and the bird...and so I left comments accordingly and now I feel guilty about knowing and isn't that plain daft 'cos we all of us know about some things and not others...
Like everyone, I have small areas of expertise if you like...wild plants being one, but there are still those which have me puzzled. Early churches and their burial grounds is another...but on seeing a Dove upside down on a tombstone, I had to look up the meaning of such a symbol because I'd not seen one before.
I can, and do, sew intricate patchwork but making clothes is quite beyond me, unless it's pyjama trousers...
Numbers give me a blinding headache...even measuring something properly makes me feel sick...mobile 'phones with all their buttons make me inclined to hurl them at the nearest wall in sheer frustration...
If the laptop suddenly announces that the site I'm looking at uses Java, I throw a panic attack and wonder what the hell it means and please go away...
But I know how to tackle a tantrum in a disturbed person and can still remember the pressure points for an arterial bleed...
It's the way the knowledge we have gained is imparted to another which counts isn't it? If we look slightly bored as we reel off the information as though the person we're talking to is as thick as shite...if we sigh heavily and explain slowly...and carefully...in words of one syllable...so the recipient of our knowledge feels like a perfect prat for not knowing in the first place...if we are off-hand or rude or plain unthinking ,then I can see why having knowledge can be irritating to others. But if what you happen to know, is told in a gracious and pleasant way...isn't that alright?
Something else I've too often found is when I'm speaking with some people they won't, or don't say...'I don't know'...they'll waffle away and try to blind you with rambling words which mean little. And I don't mean the country Irish who'd rather curl up and die on the spot before they'd admit they don't know the way to a townland you're searching for and will concoct a tale which suits them and keeps you quiet...I mean those who haven't a feckin clue and waffle as though they are a fount of knowledge when it's horribly apparent they haven't the first idea.
Isn't that quite rude when you think about it...they are almost implying you are too stupid to notice or realise they're talking out of their bottoms...
So you smile a sickly sort of smile and hope they'll soon stop talking and then you can go home and have a nice cup of tea.