I was only ever under the impression that the world shared my intelligence and genius-grade authority, I grew older and slowly found out through a trickle of immeasurable experience that people were actually quite stupid. My brain naturally determined that I was the lone exceptions to this rule, I was not stupid, and this was something to be heavily relied upon and taken for granted at every moment.
And now…
It’s only when I meet someone whose intelligence and bossy brain can smash my own that I feel little, stupid and overwhelmingly sorry for the impudence that I serve up every day to unsuspecting loved ones and grammar offenders. What good is what you’ve got if you’re not having any fun?
