sometimes you meet people who are so full of themselves that when you present them with someone infinitely better and wiser than themselves, they nod and say hmm and lace their fingers together ponder for a while and the next thing they say is yeah you know i am like that too and they go on to describe themselves gesturing wildly about them and looking at the cup of coffee in front of them, gingerly blowing the hot steam, looking at their manicured fingers, brushing the better adversary aside as though the latter was but a wisp in the wind, to be forgotten, not to be reckoned, and altogether evoking the sentiments that no one impresses them more than they themselves.