Romans & histoires How To Humble An Arrogant Person

In my 26-years of life, this was the first time I had ever seen someone be so arrogant in front of me. "Do you mind repeating that? What was it you wanted me to yell?" "Are you deaf or something? 'I'm a low-life fraud, and I'm sorry!' Is that really so hard to understand?" I smiled faintly and said, "I heard you loud and clear. You've already acknowledged that you're a low-life fraud, so you should just get lost and stop being an eyesore in front of me."

"You see, unlike you, he doesn't act like a spoiled and arrogant brat whose inflated ego has clouded his sense of judgment and reasoning." If steam could come out of Justin's ear, then it would have already, considering how angry he was hearing Jasmine speak to him so rudely. "Don't speak to me like that or I'll do something you do not like," he threatened. Jasmine bursted into laughter at Justin's words. "What are you going to do?" She questioned. "Fire me from my job or kick me out of my house?" She stood up from the bed and approached him. It took her ages to get to where Justin was standing as she kept on tripping and falling and the latter made no attempt to help her.

‘He’s showing off even though he looks like this? ‘How shameless can he be?’ “If you want to apologize, then you better kneel.” Harvey walked forward indifferently. “You know how I work, but I won’t argue with an ignorant child for your own good. “Next time, kneel before you apologize.” Harvey then shifted his gaze toward Haider and Elmer. “As for rude people who only spout nonsense, you’d also have to kneel if you don’t want to die. You understand?” he said calmly.

"For permission. To speak. To move. To lead." I spend the next hour dismantling the ego of one of the most powerful men on Earth. I don't touch him sexually—that’s not the lesson. I touch his pride. I clamp his arrogance. I edge his need for control until he is weeping on the floor, understanding for the first time what it means to be small. "I understand," he gasps, his forehead pressed to the carpet. "I serve them. I don't own them." "Good," I say. I untie him.

"Brilliant mind, absolutely ruthless. She'll compliment your dress while mentally calculating how to destroy your reputation. Her weapon of choice is subtle humiliation—she'll ask questions designed to expose your ignorance in front of important people." "How do I handle that?" "Honesty wrapped in confidence. If you don't know something, own it. Say 'I'm still learning, but I'd love your perspective.' It disarms her because she can't mock someone who admits their limitations gracefully." The next photo showed a man around my age with Damien's same sharp features.

I hissed silently as I shooked my head. "I tell you, not all people are the same. You can't tell which is which, so let's lessen your arrogance, shall we?" both have their tongue, sharpened. I wonder what will happen with these two. They both can't lower their pride and can't humble themselves as they should be, as a fighter. Geez! I was about to say something when Sin, took the latter. "Stop the nonsense," I thought she was going to add something to that but she continued to be silent as she is. I smirked as I stood up straight.

First ammo: act superior. The truth is I felt irritated with the way he humbles himself before his oppressors! He was totally wasting his strength! I scolded him in public, pressed a finger on his forehead to offend him, and walked away like a boss. In the end, guilt scolded me! I just told him not to be 'overly' humble, it wasn't my intention to make him feel extra bad after all the discrimination he had experienced. That act made me realize that I can't be harsh towards him, I'm mindful of his feelings.

I don’t think I have anything to fix, though? Clairmont heaved a quick sigh. “Arrogance. I need you to be a little more arrogant.” I unconsciously scoffed. He would be labelled as a bastard if he told me those words back in my original world. People sought after humble people, not an arrogant one. He said as if being arrogant was the right thing to do, given his nonchalant tone. We both stayed silent after that. No response, no bickering, nothing. I pursed my lips to prevent myself from talking any further to avoid saying anything unnecessary. Though, I do feel like slapping him on the face for telling me to act like him.

He doesn't seemed used to being told that he's ugly, maybe because all of the people praising him so much to the point that he'd been an arrogant jerk, tsk! I'll always remember that the easiest way to pissed an arrogant man, is to insult his so-called handsome face. ***

The staff member immediately smiled apologetically and said, “I’m sorry. I apologize for what I said.” “Don’t just apologize to me. You should say sorry to everybody. Have some humility, and don’t be so stuck-up,” Terry uttered with a scoff. “Alright. I’m sorry, everybody. No one is better than anyone else.” The staff member apologized humbly. “You’re amazing, Mr. Zolda.” “The best way to handle snobs is to put them in their place like you did, Mr. Zolda.” The staff member ditched the arrogance and started to grovel.