Upon meeting a certain person a long time ago, I saw he was playing a war strategy game that I also happened to have on my computer at the time. I asked him if he really liked it, thinking it would be neat to have someone to talk to about it and maybe get some tips. He replied snottily, telling me that I wouldn’t understand it, that it was above my education and capacity. I wouldn’t like it.

Upon the second meeting of this person we got into a brief conversation of WWII while my husband handled some business. I felt it was a pleasant conversation as I was studying Hitler’s metaphysical quest with a little more enthusiasm than I do today. When it was time to go, I suggested to this person, “We should hang out again sometime and discuss Hitler.” He sneered and said to me, “You’ll lose.”

I chose not to give that person a third time to judge himself better than me. See I’m going on 46*, and this means I’m educated and smart enough to figure out that what I didn’t like was being treated like a moron, and that he lost out… on a possible friend.

Moral of the story: don’t sweat it when you meet a snob. Snub them back. They’re the ones missing out. =^-^=

*Not really, but for some reason I decided I was 46 last month. My friends had to correct me.