3.16 - Crunch Time
Stress is beginning to mount. So many projects in my life are nearing the boiling point and I'm starting to redline on the All-I-Can-Handle meter. Between Barrick's roller coaster project, which still requires calculations and analysis with physics terminology to the extreme; Wagner's Fore Bearers heritage project that I haven't begun yet, mostly
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No, I am far above the idiotic masses. I am untouchable in most respects and even repeated efforts to attack me fail because I am held in such renown and security. The opinions of people who matter all come up to the simple fact that despite terrible circumstances surrounded by a majority of people who have the potential to cause something terrible to happen has not affected my course. I am better for it. I am better than they are.
I just established the control question. Not only am I intelligent, but I am far smarter than you are. Vocabulary is the smallest portion of it. My intelligence goes beyond it, transcends it even.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, just because you feel inferior doesn't mean I have some sort of superiority complex. I'm better off than a majority of people. Better equipped. I have my flaws and I'm the first to admit them. But I don't let them stop me or leave me vulnerable, I make them force me to be better. That's really what makes me better, I'm motivated to be so and, like any self-fulfilling prophecy, it's come true. In spades.
But it's you, you that concerns me, briefly. You are so unhappy and miserable. Lousy family, insecurity about grades and future, it's because you don't really have a bright outlook. You have abilities, meager though they are, but you let the misfortunes you've earned through your rather pathetic life to stunt your progress. That impedes you and you're stagnant in a moving world.
I'm hardly the moron or idiot here. I'm the one who's moving past it. You're the one who's going to be ultimately affected by this. I'm not. This will endure in you long after it's faded from my memory. You'll be bitter and pathetic and alone. That's how you'll live for the rest of your life. I have some compassion for that. But since you seem to have no ability to see beneath the surface of any person or situation, I'm sure that carries little weight. You are pig-headed and wrong. You'll be that way until you feel like changing. And you won't. You're a stubborn person with little hope of a good life. I leave you with that and will no longer think about you.
That's it, the end of our little tirade. I consign you to a life of misery and hope you are miserable because you deserve it. Every problem and terror in your life is entirely yours, live with it. I do have some hope that you'll do better, but the reality and my insight into what screws you up leads me to believe that you'll be self-destructive to the bitter end. So, rather than hate you or wish you harm, I condemn you to your life as it is. I will forget you after this post and delete anything else you have to say, because it doesn't matter. You are beneath me. And I forget you.
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