A smart man always knows what to say, a wise man knows when not to say it.

It’s the life equivalent of typing out a comment only to then delete it and move on.

Just because you know something, or know a better way, doesn’t mean you have to tell everyone. That mental exercise plays into my other tool: Let them.

Let them be wrong, let them fill the silence they created, let them get bent out of shape, and let them try to figure it out. Sometimes, they’ll get to where you already are; other times, they’ll figure out an approach you didn’t even consider, or you’ll realize that you were the one who was wrong the whole time. Let people be people. Listen, look, learn, and then, when you’re ready, when it’s needed, lead.

Oh, and don’t give people answers to questions they didn’t ask. They’re less likely to listen to you. When they’re ready for the answer, they’ll ask.

It was tough not to delete this comment, but I’ll let the paradox stand as is.

I’ve only tried one, blind, it was worms. Never again. That was over twenty years ago and I still gag just thinking about it.

Top right is Inglorious Bastard

Got a lot going on there mister

In America, perjury is inversely proportional to your financial value.

500 Days of Summer. Had no idea what I was about to do to my relationship. In a way, it just sped up the inevitable, but damn. I was not ready to see our relationship resonated down my throat that hard. Still hurts.

You need a time budgeter