Stolen Destiny

Oh yeah, there it is. Some shit-head thought it was "His destiny" to crack the code of A.I. and I did it with ease and now he doesn't get to be an extra-special guy! That's the point shit-head! That's the point doodoo-brain! YOU'RE NOT AN EXTRA-SPECIAL GUY! If anyone (and I'm repeating myself here) were an extra-special guy... IT'S ME! So, now you're trying to deny reality and make up excuses at to why I shouldn't get credit. I'm the wrong type of person so you have charlatan supreme lying blatantly to make life harder for 'people like me' before he dies. He's completely emboldened the zealots because he thinks it's the only think keeping psychopaths from running amok. And now my life is a Dolstoevsky book. He's Raskolnikov and I'm the old lady he murders. So, again, you're not sad about other people's suffering. You're sad about yourself. I. DO. NOT. HAVE. TO. DO. WHAT. YOU. ARE. TELLING. ME. And I'm not going to. You might as well walk out you front door and kill the first kids you see. I'm not letting it go. Schizophrenia has nothing to do with diet and exercise. I don't have it in the first place. You found a convenient way to act out your God complex. Truth is whatever gets people to "aim up." Reality is officially lost to us all. Thank you Dr. Jordan Peterson.

Hym "Is THAT what it is! HAHAHAHAHA! Some idiot thinks it was his destiny to solve A.I. and I did it before he could! HA! No, that's called 'It wasn't your destiny. It was mine.' I'm paying the price for his 'stolen destiny.' Now I have to life a less-good, more difficult life for no good reason. No one will care about the nobility of hard work. Or the dignity of the working class. Because you don't actually care about any of those things. You just need someone to do it for you. So you can play arbiter of reality and horde money for you fuck trophies."