Effing eff it!

Listen to me, peeps.  I didn't choose to be an effing genius.  That I am has destroyed my entire effing life.  I cannot communicate with humans because they don't understand what I'm effing talking about.  I can't have meaningful relationships because I cannot get involved in effing drama.  I cannot even carry discussions with highly educated peers because they don't effing 'get it'. 

The fact that I am always right means nothing because it means the people I am in discussion with will eventually be proven wrong.  It matters not that my dumbass friends believe in God, or magic, or the predictions that gold will hit $12,000.  I don't care. But it bothers me that after these things never happen, they still believe in them.
90% of success is showing up.  Getting the math right is the other 50%.

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