Why You Think You’re Smarter Than Me

It is custom to explain yourself to your shrink and to the people who make you see one. That’s a social precaution that any rational person takes as appropriate given that the history of civilisation does not make sense.

I don’t give a fuck about custom, explaining myself, or your shrink.

I wouldn’t give a fuck if you were smarter than me. But here’s how it is and it’s not about intellect, even though you seriously need one to find your way out of a retard’s mansion: you think you’re smarter than me, but you’re not.

You think you’re smarter than me because of custom, yourself and your shrink and you actively do this because you get away with it.