I'm dawning upon a new realization, not exactly new, but something more that I have discovered of myself - Am I too cocksure of myself? Am I too sensitive? True that I'm annoyed with dumb people? That I cannot tolerate their stupidity, their ignorance? That seemingly simple business to me could actually be a mind-boggling matter for others? That I'm condescending? That I have a sanctimonious attitude? That my smile is superciliously smug?
Sometimes I dread the fact that, that is my true self; and other times I dread it when people mistaken my silence as displaying superiority. But most of the time I'm convinced that I'm not like this, for the very reason that I'm annoyed by a few minority who I simply cannot comprehend; who I sometimes wonder whether intelligence was ever a natural selection pressure for their family.
Sad but true, the very existence of a few people surrounding me everyday is driving me up the wall. Their very appearance, their very presence makes me feel like either mutilating their faces or gorging out my eyes. Are they born so stupidly that even something so apparent seems more like a joker's conundrum? Can't they just SEE THE LIGHT? Are they lacking in pig brains tonic that the brain circuits are all re-wired up like an ostrich's? Don't they know that intelligence is also preferred to strength and charm? What is forcing them to see things in the right light?
Help. And I really need it. Every conversation with them is going to kill thousands of brain cells. I'm going to age. The production of collagen has ceased eternally. My testosterone level is surely and strongly plummeting. My synapses are all disconnecting one by one.
"Where did you get the printer cartridge from?"
"duh... from the QM. Do you think it dropped from the sky?"
"Have u typed out the document?"
"Since when? Where is it? How am I supposed to type it out when I didn't even receive it?"
"Oh, it's on the table. I'll tell you later how to go about doing it."
"THANKS."
"You have to cover up for WX's job."
"Obviously, his job is also my job."
Anyway, I don't think anyone out there can ever understand the exasperation that I'm facing. I hate explaining myself over and over again, and things which are so apparent can seem like a mystery to others, or in this case it seems that the other party either thinks I'm as equally dumb as him, or he thinks the matter is profound by virtue and takes much effort to inform me about it; and in the process annoys and later infuriates me because it is so "duh". Why tell me? Ain't it more than obvious?
I hate it when he says I'm so free, or in his own words: That's how it works. You are the freest what. I am so impressed with your "that's how it works." HOW WONDERFUL. And that was also the last straw. Please stop irritating me with your "kind intentions", they are just redundant, and plain silly.
By any compulsion, I'm forced to believe that he is gullible (in all sense) and stupid (in every sense).
Oh well, enough on stupid people, I'm becoming stupid myself. It's even more fascinating to meet people who are not exactly of Mensa material and who actually think that they are highly educated, gifted, and precocious. It's totally strange to me that such people are so proud of themselves for a mere tiny little achievement, but wait what they can't that good and it can't even be considered as an achievement. I noticed that such people are actually pathetic - they are devoid of achievements. They had a pitiful childhood, which strips them of glory and attention. To put it simply, they are the attention-seeks whom I'm not interested in. Poignant, but I'm dispassionate and indifferent about it. I can't help breaking into laughing fits when they think that they have excelled in a particular field and go about flaunting their skills shamelessly with total disregard and abandon, and I wonder in deep amazement and resentment whether these people are in the right minds or not. Do they ever look at themselves and ask whether it is such a big deal? It's not as though other aren't capable of it. It looks as though they are suffering from incurable narcissism.
Worthless. Someone was quick to add that such people are only satisfied with their present knowledge or rather they think that they are so good, that they ought to stop learning. Socrates was wise because he was aware of the knowledge that he did not know, and constantly seeked to know more.
I sometimes wonder whether this "full of themselves" people are sincerely helpful, or are they there to boss me around, in the hopes of impressing me with some of their knowledge to elevate themselves up to a higher status of glory and pride. At first, I thought they were kind people who wanted to guide me along, but later I realized that they sometimes have nothing better to do but ask me whether I know how to do this and that for at least 10 times everyday. It is therefore true to some sense that they are out to display superiority towards me. Do I need to verbally say that I'm not stupid. I have a mouth to ask, I have vocal cords that can vibrate and enable me to communicate. Or do I have to say that I'm from a JC? I presume that would be unnecessary.
Another smelly ass fat cad is throwing his weight around.
I'm beginning to live with them.
Sometimes I dread the fact that, that is my true self; and other times I dread it when people mistaken my silence as displaying superiority. But most of the time I'm convinced that I'm not like this, for the very reason that I'm annoyed by a few minority who I simply cannot comprehend; who I sometimes wonder whether intelligence was ever a natural selection pressure for their family.
Sad but true, the very existence of a few people surrounding me everyday is driving me up the wall. Their very appearance, their very presence makes me feel like either mutilating their faces or gorging out my eyes. Are they born so stupidly that even something so apparent seems more like a joker's conundrum? Can't they just SEE THE LIGHT? Are they lacking in pig brains tonic that the brain circuits are all re-wired up like an ostrich's? Don't they know that intelligence is also preferred to strength and charm? What is forcing them to see things in the right light?
Help. And I really need it. Every conversation with them is going to kill thousands of brain cells. I'm going to age. The production of collagen has ceased eternally. My testosterone level is surely and strongly plummeting. My synapses are all disconnecting one by one.
"Where did you get the printer cartridge from?"
"duh... from the QM. Do you think it dropped from the sky?"
"Have u typed out the document?"
"Since when? Where is it? How am I supposed to type it out when I didn't even receive it?"
"Oh, it's on the table. I'll tell you later how to go about doing it."
"THANKS."
"You have to cover up for WX's job."
"Obviously, his job is also my job."
Anyway, I don't think anyone out there can ever understand the exasperation that I'm facing. I hate explaining myself over and over again, and things which are so apparent can seem like a mystery to others, or in this case it seems that the other party either thinks I'm as equally dumb as him, or he thinks the matter is profound by virtue and takes much effort to inform me about it; and in the process annoys and later infuriates me because it is so "duh". Why tell me? Ain't it more than obvious?
I hate it when he says I'm so free, or in his own words: That's how it works. You are the freest what. I am so impressed with your "that's how it works." HOW WONDERFUL. And that was also the last straw. Please stop irritating me with your "kind intentions", they are just redundant, and plain silly.
By any compulsion, I'm forced to believe that he is gullible (in all sense) and stupid (in every sense).
Oh well, enough on stupid people, I'm becoming stupid myself. It's even more fascinating to meet people who are not exactly of Mensa material and who actually think that they are highly educated, gifted, and precocious. It's totally strange to me that such people are so proud of themselves for a mere tiny little achievement, but wait what they can't that good and it can't even be considered as an achievement. I noticed that such people are actually pathetic - they are devoid of achievements. They had a pitiful childhood, which strips them of glory and attention. To put it simply, they are the attention-seeks whom I'm not interested in. Poignant, but I'm dispassionate and indifferent about it. I can't help breaking into laughing fits when they think that they have excelled in a particular field and go about flaunting their skills shamelessly with total disregard and abandon, and I wonder in deep amazement and resentment whether these people are in the right minds or not. Do they ever look at themselves and ask whether it is such a big deal? It's not as though other aren't capable of it. It looks as though they are suffering from incurable narcissism.
Worthless. Someone was quick to add that such people are only satisfied with their present knowledge or rather they think that they are so good, that they ought to stop learning. Socrates was wise because he was aware of the knowledge that he did not know, and constantly seeked to know more.
I sometimes wonder whether this "full of themselves" people are sincerely helpful, or are they there to boss me around, in the hopes of impressing me with some of their knowledge to elevate themselves up to a higher status of glory and pride. At first, I thought they were kind people who wanted to guide me along, but later I realized that they sometimes have nothing better to do but ask me whether I know how to do this and that for at least 10 times everyday. It is therefore true to some sense that they are out to display superiority towards me. Do I need to verbally say that I'm not stupid. I have a mouth to ask, I have vocal cords that can vibrate and enable me to communicate. Or do I have to say that I'm from a JC? I presume that would be unnecessary.
Another smelly ass fat cad is throwing his weight around.
I'm beginning to live with them.
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