So here's the thing.
I'm an elitist. I'll gladly admit it. I'm a misanthropist, sure. I recognize that I am smarter than most other people. This recognition is what leads me to misanthropy. Of course, my unhappiness is my own fault but it's unavoidable. I surround myself with people of middling intelligence and yet somehow am disappointed to the point of frustration when they continue to prove how correct I am. And then, of course, it amuses me when they think (and try to prove!) that they're smarter than they really are.
My choice in mate was extremely fortunate - the pickings are very slim and no one could do better than I did. <3>
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