hmmmm
I am so much better than you in almost every single way... its almost scary... I'm smarter, nicer, more sociable, more outgoing, patient, articulate, truthful... I don't know. I'm just better than you, and I'm not rude or full of myself for saying it.
Here it is in an equation...
Me > You
Here it is in bar form
ME -:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
You- ::::::::::
* each : represents a positive quality one posseses over the other
9/10 People agree
see...
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
you
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So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die. Then a fairy came one night to bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled some strings, spun him about. That boy sprang up and began to shout. "My arms my legs my heart my face they are alive" and she would cry " liar liar what have I done? You're no lover and I'm no fighter." The story goes on
So he would buy her things and kiss her hair to show he was for real. And she would take those gifts and kisses though just stringing him along. She knew about those wooden boys. Its an EMPTY love to fill the void. "Pinochio oh boy how your nose has grown" SO he would cry "liar liar, Ill prove it to you" but then it grew. He had grown tired of her. So it was true, he left her apartment and he walked all night long until he was stopped by the shore of the ocean. Still he walked on... amongst the whales and the waves and screamed "liar liar" as his wooden body floated away. It just drifted away. Now I wonder how I was made. MY arms MY legs MY HEART My face MY name is DRIFTWOOD.
Here it is in an equation...
Me > You
Here it is in bar form
ME -:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
You- ::::::::::
* each : represents a positive quality one posseses over the other
9/10 People agree
see...
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
you
.................................................
So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die. Then a fairy came one night to bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled some strings, spun him about. That boy sprang up and began to shout. "My arms my legs my heart my face they are alive" and she would cry " liar liar what have I done? You're no lover and I'm no fighter." The story goes on
So he would buy her things and kiss her hair to show he was for real. And she would take those gifts and kisses though just stringing him along. She knew about those wooden boys. Its an EMPTY love to fill the void. "Pinochio oh boy how your nose has grown" SO he would cry "liar liar, Ill prove it to you" but then it grew. He had grown tired of her. So it was true, he left her apartment and he walked all night long until he was stopped by the shore of the ocean. Still he walked on... amongst the whales and the waves and screamed "liar liar" as his wooden body floated away. It just drifted away. Now I wonder how I was made. MY arms MY legs MY HEART My face MY name is DRIFTWOOD.