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Braggart’s and BS’ers

Reminds me of a guy that I grew up with, always had some story about this or that. But what sticks out was about how he would talk to other people about this motor he allegedly hand built that had an "Armas" steel crank.
 
You have to choose your friends, not the other way around. Don't tolerate the narcissist as they are incurable. Boot them out of your life.
 
Don't tolerate the narcissist as they are incurable. Boot them out of your life.
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Just remember. You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose. But you can't pick your friends nose!
 
My next oldest brother is the epitome of a one upper type. Everything he does is always one or more better than what anyone else did. He talks loud and laughs after every brag or story. He adds to the stories by making weird facial expressions and rolling his eyes etc...Middle Child syndrome...lol.
 
I bullshit and brag a lot on here.
I also remember 2 former co workers who til this day id like to tell how full of ******* **** they are.
 
I apologize for going off on a tangent like I did & tend to do. However, in the realm of automobiles and the arguments & banter between folks of who's car is faster, etc, I have come to know from experience that the vast majority of us older folks don't really BS much anymore or argue who's car is better any more. It has pleasantly become a mutual exchange of appreciation for all of our old cars and respect for each other at the same time. Sure, there are stories from long ago that I am sure get embellished a little more each time, but it's more of a humoristic contest for entertainment purposes.
I really like shooting the bull these days with anyone and relieved that it doesn't become a confrontation anymore! :D
 
My brother purportedly had the fastest car in our town pop around 25k at that time. It was a '69 Ram Air IV GTO and did well with it so rumors had it - but he got beat by a guy with a Hemi put in a '66 or '67 Barracuda one night. Who knows? Who can say it? Never know what's gonna crop up that's faster. Reminds me of the old western show "Guns of Will Sonnett" (spelling not sure anymore). Old Walter Brennen was thee fastest, then his son 2nd fastest, and grandkid 3rd fastest. Walter would say 'no brag, just fact' I think. I got a chuckle out of it even as a youngster then thinking how da hell does anyone know this? lol
 
I have helped and done for many over the years and heard them say things about me and others for no good reason other than pit one against the other. Being honest isn't hard to do, it pays in the long run. I **** canned many for not being loyal to me after going out of my way to try to help make life for them a little easier. I have no time for a one sided relationship that they only benefit from.
 
Got no use for that type of person. None.
 
Yeah - when I was a manager hiring people seems that cutting slack for a friend of a friend or relative of a guy at work, I got burned! Three instances I remember too well, these guys were perpetual ******* liars and pretty good at it as I tried to be a nice guy. In the latter case, the brother of a work associate had some problems mentally coupled with a drug problem my work associate finally told me about after I finally said enough canning him. Was not happy to hear this...

Another case was especially hard as I met the guy in college, a nam vet, about a decade older than me. We got to be really close for a number of years. He had some issues with drugs (longer story). We both took jobs at the same company upon graduation; but he went to work in the eastern region while I stayed in the midwest. About 2 years later, he came back getting a job back in our area with another co. I went to work for the company (I'm referencing with the ills above). I was hounded to find employees and asked my bud if he'd be interested in coming to work where I was and he accepted. Well, as he came on board I got promoted to manager. I told my boss there's no way I can be my bud's boss, so was arranged he'd report to another. After a year or so, he was promoted to a supervisor position and then things just went to **** with him. The superiors, knowing our relationship, asked me to help him and this just didn't go well. He got real careless, forgetting stuff making repeated mistakes, and they had enough telling me he needed to be demoted or would be fired. So there then...I played middle guy talking him into stepping back best I could or lose his job. This whole shitstorm was bad news! He agreed then said nope won't step down...canned he was. It was hard given we were like brothers and he ended up blaming me for this...I'm sure I became his most despised person on his list despite trying to tell him how I got caught in the middle of this. As it was the company was going to **** and I got out. Was a sorry-sorry *** deal.
 
Some folks just have to banter like a flock of guineas (how ever it's spelled).
 
Yeah I try to avoid the bullsh^$&ers. There are plenty around. Especially where I work. There are also the one-uppers that get to me. Not matter what story is told they have to one-up it.
 
I think having known these sorts pretty well, as I posted about here, there's an underlying issue maybe some common threads. Could it be intense fear of rejection or their inability to do things? They steal credit when it was other's that earned it. In the case of a boss I had (I also described here) I think it was fear of those close around him, who helped him succeed and knew what a nut case he was (longer story) that once he got to become president (entity of a parent company) didn't want any of us around so he could take ownership of the work done and not be exposed for it. This SOB made the lives of those who were in his circle of building the company a living hell. The **** he did to ruin people was unbelievable. This prodded me, along with another who endured the same ****, to give this some reflection a number if times over a few beers out of curiosity since we moved on successfully but it was a mindfuck. Yeah, it's evident this has stayed a sore spot for me; but some will say forgive and forget. Nah - will never do this with this human turd.
 
No fall fling this year. Kern missed out on
Phil-a-Buster.
 
No fall fling this year. Kern missed out on
Phil-a-Buster.
Alright, this topic just grabbed me and I am compelled to respond.
Guys like Dennis are the kind of dudes that I LIKE to see at car shows. He is funny, humble, a bit sarcastic and engages in conversation.
Far too many guys that I see at the shows are self centered blabbermouths. They did this, they did that, their car is great, others are not, they've been here, they've been there, etc. I learned to see the signs early in a "conversation" with these guys. From there, I weigh my options as to how I want to respond.
Do I endure the monologue as long as the guy is willing to speak? Do I politely excuse myself.....OR do I butt in every chance I get and treat him the same way?
I have done all three. It can be quite satisfying to fight fire with fire with these idiots. Most are too dense to realize that they are monopolizing the conversation with boring stories about themselves.
To ME, the people that I like the most are the ones that share information, they ask questions, they are as interested in others as they are with their own experiences. I don't mind a confident person that brags a bit if they actually listen when someone else wants to speak.
I know of a few guys that talk and talk and talk....They are actually decent dudes but they just have poor social decorum. Conversations should be about equal airtime, right? One guy talking for 30 minutes is more like a lecture.
No thanks.
 
I had a ‘friend’ who I helped work on his autos and other things numerous times until one weekend I needed help pulling the 727 out of my Road Runner. He was ‘busy’ so he couldn’t help.

I found out later on that he wasn’t busy, just couldn’t bother. I pulled the transmission out by myself and got trapped under the car for about an hour until I managed to free myself. I rebuilt it and reinstalled it by myself.

A week later he showed up at my house wanting my help. I told him I was busy with not doing a damn thing so he was on his own. Pretty much a different relationship after that...
 
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