Is it fun being a complete predictable cliche? What’s it like actually being one of those sad little napoleon types that end up making people miserable from a cubicle because their life outside their fiefdom is an absolute desolate shambles?
I mean was it your intention to completely hand me absolute vindication in public or are you actually delusional enough to think you’ve harmed me in some way?
I would never have noticed if not for automated notification systems. And now that I have, I still don’t care beyond the amusement of the idea that you think I care. Like what do you picture I wonder. Am I over here fuming or crying or what?
Because what’s really happening is I’m deciding what to watch next with my cat asleep on my lap.
Literally anything else is more of a bother than your little “power” tantrum. Nothing here has any meaning compared to things of actual importance is my point.
I truly wish I could see into your life. Just save me time and list the ways it substantially differs from the cliche if you don’t mind. Just the broad strokes. Like, are you remotely well adjusted? (Apart from the hall monitor thing of course.) Does anyone love you irl? (Even at a distance?)
If you are the trainwreck I think you are I strongly suggest looking for ways to elevate yourself that don’t require lowering others. You’re slowly become a worthwhile person if you pursue that goal.
Writing this so I don’t have to take the time to write individualized replies to completely unimportant people.