Why Am I So Wise?

The title’s allusion to Nietzsche’s Ecce Homo was intentional. But maybe I’m not even wise --- just conceited. At least three people told me that I think of myself as someone who’s above it all, and everybody else thinks so too. I’m someone who sits in his ivory tower, as the cliché goes. They must have thought of my geeky gestures and awkward stance as a dismissal of everything else as negligible, non-intellectual bullshit which doesn’t deserve my attention.

And maybe because I used to humorlessly mock mediocrity as though I’m the final frontier of human intelligence. I refused to melt into the crowd, although I’m already wallowing in that cesspool.

____, for example, was someone who I breifly went out with but we never really considered each other seriously. She recently told me that I look down on her, and many other people whom I must have branded as idiots. Somehow, she gave a good demonstration on how I do this to her. I think I am the idiot. I should’ve stuck with her now that her Friendster profile states that she is a VJ/model. She drives a red Altis with her initials on the car plate. She used to call me babes.

Why am I so wise? I don’t have a fucking clue.