Win the battle of wits with nitwits

“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?” Yeah, that’s a line from a song by the Bellamy Brothers. And I remember seeing them live back in 1976. They opened for Loggins and Messina, one of my favorite bands, at the Uptown Theater in Kansas City, MO. It was a great place to hear music. Because it only held about 1200 to 2000 people. And when the lights were dimmed, the ceiling looked like stars shining. But how does knowing all that help you win the battle of wits with nitwits?

You can win the battle when you listen more and talk less.

I loved it when Loggins and Messina, and their band, would go into jam mode. Yeah, the could jam better than just about any other band. And I say that because I’m a musician, and I know these things. So, take it from a pro.

Actually, all seriousness aside…they truly did some awesome jams. And they’d do things like let the flute player take a nice long lead. Complete with tasty reverb and echo. Light drums, percussion, and easy bumpin’ bass in the background. Then, the flute would seamlessly meld into a harmonica lead by another guy in the band. And finally, the harmonica would morph into Kenny Loggins singing.

Mighty cool.

And I sat there with focused listening. The kind of listening where you hear each part. And you make mental notes of what they did and how they did it.

And when it comes to dealing with the nitwits of the world, you gotta be that same way. Don’t be drawn into their presumptive prattle. Or their nauseating natter chatter. Especially when they share how they feel about some issue of the day.

Instead, listen. Not to the nitwits. To that song you remember from 1976. Or maybe to that thought in your head that’s reminding you where you’re going for grass fed steak this evening.

But don’t forget to smile and nod while the nitwits are talking.

They love that. And they live for it.

Why does this, or should this, matter to you? Maybe it doesn’t. Because maybe you never have to deal with any nitwits. But mark my words. They’re everywhere. Many of them are hiding behind masks. And many more are hiding behind stage. Waiting for a time to make an entrance.

And they all want to be on the bandwagon,
Jammin’ with the band with their feet draggin’
Livin’ out their lives like morning glories,
Not knowing theirs are the shortest stories.
And it’s such a sad shame.
Such a flickering flame.

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