My mother has said for years “It is better to have someone assume you’re an idiot, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.”  This is excellent advice for many who unfortunately will never follow it.

Have you ever tried to argue with someone who made absolutely no sense?  In my experience, I’ve encountered this far too many times.  The person could have been saying “Blue pie snail house toenail dog sniff boogie shuffle” for all the sense they were making.  It’s not worth even expressing your thoughts when  you’re dealing with an idiot.  I prefer to use the “cut” method.  When they begin to spout their idiotic argument, I cut them off by turning and walking away.

I stopped at my neighbors the other night for a short visit.  They were feeling exhilarated having been out in the beautiful snowy weather for a cross-country ski.  It was a perfect day for it and I found myself envious that I hadn’t been able to go.  However, they expressed dismay at the number of people they ran into that were confused by what the were doing.  Which confused me.  Hmmmm… there’s 3 feet of snow of the ground and you see a couple cross-country skiing down the lane!  Crazy!  They said one person actually stopped them and asked “What are you doing?” like they were a couple of weirdos.  I’m sure they were polite and said something nice like “Oh, just out enjoying this fine weather.”  When I would have just run the guy over on my ski’s.

Today, my oldest son Braeden got to experience his first ever professional football game.  He’s a big fan of the New York Jets and his uncle Mike bought him tickets to the Bills/Jets game in Buffalo as a Christmas gift.  It turned out to be a beautiful day and a great experience for Braeden.  He got to see some of his biggest idols right up close.  He also got to see some of the biggest drunks.  Thanks to my husband’s calm demeanor, the heckling drunkards were kept at bay so Braeden could enjoy the game.  My son however, being very intuitive,  informed Chris that when he was older he was “Never going to drink like that and act like such an idiot.”  He is his mother’s son.  My husband explained that when someone behaves that way, you can’t argue with them because no one will win.  Especially an intoxicated belligerent football fan.  So Chris, Braeden and uncle Mike comforted themselves with thoughts and quiet comments about tossing people over the wall.  But mostly, they ignored the stupidity around them.  Again, an overall excellent life experience for my almost eleven-year-old.

So a word of advice my friends, start teaching your children how to deal with ignorance today.  Idiots are everywhere.  Most importantly, remember what Pat Dwyer says…


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Meghan Dwyer

Meghan K. Dwyer is an aspiring writer, misanthrope, cystic fibrosis advocate, wife and mother of four beautiful children. She lives in rural Western New York with her husband Chris and their four children Braeden, Kian, Kelan, and Ailey. She has a love of writing and in her spare time, enjoys a good book, sharing a glass of wine with friends or family and gardening. The name of her blog A Message of Mean from Meghan was inspired by an email containing that title, which was sent to her sister and friend. Her writing is full of sarcasm and truthful, yet at times, abrasive humor. Her blog is about sharing her thoughts of her day, confessions as a mother, and opinions about life in general as a kind of therapy. Meghan has written two romance novels in her Ellington Manor Series- a three book publication. When One Door Closes and Almost Forgotten are both available now on and Barns&, as well as her other works, A Message of Mean from Meghan and newly published Confessions of a Bad Mom. She is currently working on Hoping for Happiness, the final book in the Ellington Manor Series.

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