I made a realization yesterday. I no longer care what stupid people think.
I mean, I've thought that I didn't care before, but I still did care a little bit, at least enough to present facts, argue, or walk away exasperated. Now I just walk away and banish them from my consciousness.
I suppose some will say that makes me "elitist." That I think my opinion is always right, or that I have to be right even when I'm not. Sometimes that may be true, I'm human after all, but I have been trained to look at facts objectively and the evidence, as much of it as I can find, before drawing conclusions. Critical thinking and analysis are ingrained into my thought processes, perhaps too much so, but that's the reality. I also appreciate nuances –– despite popular culture's insistence on easy polarities -- since most things in life are more complex than they appear on the surface. And then there are times when a cigar is just a cigar.
A long-ago editor once told me when I was questioning my gut about the veracity of a source: "If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it probably is a duck." The simplest answer is often the right answer, but those pesky shades of grey sometimes get in the way.
I've been thinking hard about intuition/instinct lately. I am fond of saying that my "gut is never wrong" and it isn't. But I don't always choose to listen to it, and invariably pay a hefty price later. I'm listening a lot more carefully to it these days and heeding the messages it sends me. That doesn't mean that my emotions aren't engaged by the outrageousness of stupidity. The difference is that I rarely act on the urge to express them.
Now, when people say demonstrably stupid things to me or others in person or in print, I either ignore them, or take my leave if possible. I comment a lot less on OS than I used to since I've lost the desire to engage with the wilfully ignorant, the critical thinking-skills challenged, and the downright deranged. And I have to admit that I feel much, much better.