08-06-2026, 01:38 PM
They instantly feel inferior and react in one of two ways: aggression ("I am going to hurt you") and paranoia ("you are going to hurt me"). Men and women alike try to buttress their shattered self-esteem by derisively asserting that they are my intellectual equals or betters. When this counterfactual strategy ineluctably fails, they resort to causing me harm vindictively: by cheating on me ostentatiously (the women), cockteasing (women) or rejecting me tauntingly (both sexes), badmouthing me, humiliating me publicly, denying my contributions or plagiarizing my ideas, by ignoring me, acting with passive-aggression, or openly undermining my work and subverting my wellbeing
Hurting me restores some semblance of balance to our interaction and makes my hapless counterparties feel less helpless, shambolic, and hopeless in the face of my cerebral supremacy.
Others become fearful or even paranoid. They assume that I will naturally gravitate towards leveraging my innate advantage to manipulate them, compromise their best interests and welfare, absentmindedly and indifferently traumatize them, or just sadistically harm them for the fun of it, the way we toy with pets.
This makes it impossible for me to have any kind of non-transactional relationship with people.
So, why don't I give up my oneupmanship? Because I value my time. Human intercourse in all its forms is wasteful because most people are inordinately stupid and scatterbrained, especially in this day and age of attention deficits and soundbites, rampant irrationality, blanket nescience, virulent narcissism, and malignant egalitarianism
I don't have time for most people because I am busy extracting the maximum out of my life: learning more, writing, cerebrating, and pondering the countless mysteries that surround us. In comparison, the overwhelming majority of people fade into mind numbingly boring insignificance as they plough through their entomological eat2shit existences and drone on with gossip and small talk.
Hurting me restores some semblance of balance to our interaction and makes my hapless counterparties feel less helpless, shambolic, and hopeless in the face of my cerebral supremacy.
Others become fearful or even paranoid. They assume that I will naturally gravitate towards leveraging my innate advantage to manipulate them, compromise their best interests and welfare, absentmindedly and indifferently traumatize them, or just sadistically harm them for the fun of it, the way we toy with pets.
This makes it impossible for me to have any kind of non-transactional relationship with people.
So, why don't I give up my oneupmanship? Because I value my time. Human intercourse in all its forms is wasteful because most people are inordinately stupid and scatterbrained, especially in this day and age of attention deficits and soundbites, rampant irrationality, blanket nescience, virulent narcissism, and malignant egalitarianism
I don't have time for most people because I am busy extracting the maximum out of my life: learning more, writing, cerebrating, and pondering the countless mysteries that surround us. In comparison, the overwhelming majority of people fade into mind numbingly boring insignificance as they plough through their entomological eat2shit existences and drone on with gossip and small talk.
