.. on holiday with SIL and BIL. They are good people and SIL in particular is the loveliest person I know. But BIL's conversation consists of the following:
- him telling you how brilliant he is at everything. He knows more than you about everything, including your job
- him telling you, in detail, how clever he was as child, how he went to every top private school in Scotland, and never did any work, and came first in everything, despite being younger than everyone else. And he went to a top university at 16, and studied multiple degrees, and came top in everything. He got scholarships without sitting exams - just had people offer them to him
- he was brilliant at all sports
- he has done every job you can think of, and been brilliant at it, and told everyone else that he worked with that they were crap and got the better of them
- he studied for multiple degrees while working and found them easy.
There is not one single subject on god's earth that he doesn't know about. He never asks any questions that aren't designed to show how clever he is. I have never seen him show any genuine curiosity about anything - showing curiosity isn't possible if you already know everything about everything.
It's exhausting.
He is a medically retired ex middle-manager from a utility company.
How am I not going to scream 'oh for fuck sake, stop bullshitting!' across the dinner table for another two days? I'm already having to police myself to suppress rampant eye-rolling and darting appalled looks at DH (BIL is DH's sister's husband).
Why do some people men feel the need to do this?