No…the title is not a typo. If you knew nearly as much as I about music, you’d recognize that that’s a song title from Stevie Wonder’s landmark “Innervisions” album. But you don’t know as much as I, because I’m a know-it-all.
Of course I’m not, actually. I could tell you how many times in my life I’ve actually been correct about anything but, it goes without saying, I’d be wrong.
Let’s face it: we all know that one guy who is a know-it-all. And I know it’s a fine line between knowing someone who’s really smart about this and that…that person whose opinion we actually seek, and that know-it-all guy who works down the hall and has, not only experienced everything you’ve also done, but has done it bigger and better. But enough about my former brother-in-law.
For every helpful associate whose help you seek, there seem to be a dozen Cliff Clavins out there ready to chime in…whether you ask them to or not. If only these people could use their powers for good instead of mind-numbing boredom!
In a recent article I’d read on curiousity.com, the author proposes that people who think their beliefs are better than others’ probably know the least. I have to wonder if he actually interviewed my former brother-in-law for this.
One thing this Mister Know-It-All knows to be true: you’re nodding your head, thinking about that one person to whom this relates.
With any luck, it’s not me.
You talk too much. You worry me to death.