Truth too late wrote:I had a couple managers (and many outside of work) referred to my "poison pen." (Rhetorically, I was the decimator. Not necessarily vile, violent rhetoric. But, volume. I could dance around anything. I could spend weeks impressing myself with how I am "schooling" you at how the sun rises in the west. It's all a matter of perspective... mine.). I can't count the number of people who said I should have been a lawyer.
I wanted to expand on that underlined point. After I posted, I wondered how I lasted as long as I did in a professional job. When I describe it on this forum, it really is dumbfounding. My depiction above is another example of that. I thought about how I had to say what my bucket of ink
wasn't. But, that doesn't say what it was (or is). So, I've been thinking about that since posting.
I recall a number of times I was described as "beating them softly with a big stick." That describes it perfectly. I had an analytic skill, vocabulary, drive[1], and antagonistic desire (the need to see myself mirrored in others) to engage in that kind of provocative disagreement *endlessly* in the pursuit of a value or goal.
So, at work, I got away with it because it was seen as valuless. It was never personal. But, it was backhanded. I was an ace-in-the-hole when we needed to stall another department, or win an argument. I came in, it was over. Nobody debated Mr. Gasbag. And I loved ever second of it because wow, I have power. My boss pats me on the head. And I'm emotionally decoupled from it because if I'm told to back off, ok.... nothing personal. I was following orders. I was "taking a hit for the team. I can do what others can't."
[1] I want to expand upon "drive." It is like a propensity to being the "bad cop" in any situation where myself and others are negotiating as a team. I gravitate toward the more aggressive party against the "enemy." I would never choose to be the "good cop."
So, my drive was (is) more like that sadistic compulsion to be the bad cop. But, my traits are more hidden/covert. It's more passive aggressive.
That's how it could exist in the work environment. It wasn't mean and pissy. It was a gigantic diplomatic boat that would run you over as often as you needed to be run over. It didn't matter if I was technically right. I could mix technical and pragmatics like the Tapas bar I used to sit at all day. I just serve it up (covertly feasting upon sadistic fun of proving who I really am).
That could explain the approach I took upon self-awareness (my initial shattering at what I do, how it affects others). It's like I know what I do and I don't have to do it. I can choose to do something else. I can look the other monkey in the eye and say, "we both have a bucket of ink. The difference is, I don't need to debate what a word means in what context. You win."
I changed sides and it's relief. I can get my bananas another way.
But, my point was: that's literally the type of person I was (am). This is like my Pride/Shame thread
where I realized "hubris" isn't a compliment. It's funny (and sad) to think about how I seriously thought the perceptions of me were compliments. That was the kind of mirroring I looked for. It was so over-the-top needing to find my "self" like that. I sincerely thought it was a compliment when people said "he'll beat them gently with a very big stick." I had no idea I was making a fool of myself. (That's why it's not necessarily a dumbness, it's a blindness.).
I think this gets into @memme23's thread(s) about how there is something fundamental at the core (love/anger). I recall the sadism I enjoyed from sloshing the ink around. I absolutely believe it was/is steeped in anger. It was passive.
Which also makes me think of the
movie Compulsion I posted last night. In Clarence Darrow's closing argument (an appeal to the judge to spare the admitted killers' lives) he said:
If there is any way of destroying hatred and all that goes with it, it's not through evil and hatred and cruelty, but through charity, love, understanding.
I think that's a good way to deal with anyone, but that would have been the best way to reach me back then. I was so "me" that pointing out my harshness, or unpleasantries would have caused me to D&D you, expose you to all my traits -- while recalling how people have complimented me ("hubris," it means "accomplished" and "big stick, yes, I like that. I'm compassionate with it.").