The Psychology Behind The 'Listen, listen, listen...' Outburt

Yesterday, I wrote a post on the 'Listen, listen, listen..' outburst  

Today, I will try to give a layman's explanation on the psychology behind the outburst.

But first, I want to dispose a few things before I go further.

Having a degree doesn't necessary make one more knowledgeable, let alone wiser.

That piece of paper that we work so hard for, and are so proud of, is often obtained from the regurgitation of what other people had pontificated on, or speculated about, with some equally fatuous input from us that doesn't really add anything really meaningful to the corpus of inane stuff already out there, and certainly does nothing to further our wisdom - much - anyway.

If proof of the pudding is in the eating, then Zoha must be the Queen.

If further proof is required, Zoha the Queen, despite the august degree (of what degree, colour or field we are not bothered with, anyway) she claimed that she possessed that made the difference between her and 'little Ambiga' and the rest of the '0' levelers out there, didn't even have the wisdom or foresight to consider or even countenance the possibility that the little Ambiga herself might have a degree to her own name too.

Now, that little Ambiga has a degree in Psychology. And that probably explained why she chose to walk away instead of further engaging the apparently rabid Queen?

Now back to the psychology part.

Apparently stunned, and unable to comprehend that there could be a not only an intelligent but also a brave student before her, and one who would speak her mind, the Queen was pathetically reduced to trying to buy time for herself (before she could even respond in any sensible manner to speak of) by trying to impose her authority shouting 'listen, listen, listen..'

Now, you don't have to do that a double digit number of times. Most people would do that thrice and understand that if we still can't get the attention, we have failed and gracefully throw up our hands in acknowledgement and humility.

But, despite so much time Zoha was buying for herself, including shaking little Ambiga's hand in a not even ingenious or ingenuous attempt to disarm her little nemesis and gain respect, all that the Queen could think of was cats and dogs.

Woof, woof!

Miaow, miaow!

But the most pathetic of the lot must be that bunch of panellists.

What were they there for?

As the Queen's courtiers?