Originally posted by DÛke
...How do you determine that you're winning? Look at you, you're all but a dreamer. You base your reality on your delirious dreams. You think you're perfect and superior to everyone - unfortunately, no one (other than yourself) has been able to see beyond the imperfect, unstable, pathetic Istanbul. The only thing your "superior" in, comparing to I, is that you're older. Sadly, I've probably accomplished more than you have, and I'm younger. I doubt that you're better lookin' than I, seen that you like to be a "hermit"; no one would want to be close to such a mutant like you in the first place…
How do I determine that I'm winning? It's obvious to everyone but you; I'm verbally bashing you nine ways to Tuesday, and you're verbally flailing at me with girlie-slaps. I'm superior to you in ability, verbal skills, mental acuity, financial positioning, scholastic achievements, M:TG deckbuilding skills, spelling/grammatical issues...I could keep going, but describing the ways in which I leave you in my dust is starting to hurt my fingers.
You're all about yourself. I'm not surprised that you're so arrogant, after all, you do spend most of your time by yourself, evoking your own false glory. You don't know many people, and those who you managed to get close to and know their only surface happen to be like you - pathetic. Now, this may come as a surprise, but you ARE superior to the one or two people you managed to call "friends", but you're nothing more than that. If you know as much as you claim, you'd happily discover that you're no one compared to many others - such as myself.
You're entirely right. I couldn't possibly compare myself to such as you; I would sooner gouge out my own eyes with a rusty spoon than think for one moment that I had sunk to your level. My friends are numerous, Duke...dozens of people call me friend and mentor, whereas the only way people refer to you is in hushed snickers, at your expense. I fail to see anyone calling you a friend, whereas even my departure from an editorial position prompted a score of replies with people telling me not to leave. Read my most recent article; for every negative reply I received, I received ten people bemoaning my loss. Were you to do the same, I would be surprised if three people took notice...and if even one of them wasn't cheering, I would surely die from shock.
I'm sorry that I don't have as good job as you do…after all, I do have a life. I happen to focus on my education, and my personal relationships - two important things you lack. It's also funny that you call me a kid, when I'm rather a man, in contrast to you. Sorry, but the chickens you raped didn't really make you any better. Do you want me to find you a woman? Sure, I probably did her a couple of times and she's probably still exhausted, but…it's better than nothin'…wait, you wouldn't know, now would you? Go back to your corner and ejaculate.
Reeeeeeally. Well, I'll ignore the fact that you don't include having a job as part of having a life. (I don't blame you, after all; if I were you, I would try to justify my unemployability as well.) Education? Relationships? Just so happens that I've been in a steady relationship for over a year now, and I've been going to college for twice as long. I'm afraid I don't want any woman you could possibly have to offer, though; I have bills to pay, food to buy, and suchlike...and I simply can't afford to spend fifty bucks on a one-toothed, yeast-riddled prostitute. I know this to be true, because I can't imagine any prostitute with an *option* actually electing to service you in any way...and since no woman would touch you of her own free will, you're left with whatever you can get. (Rubbing up against your dead grandmother does not count as her own free will.)
If you think I'm ever BEGINNING to insult, than, as always, you're wrong. I haven't begun. I'm only scratching the surface…wait until I indulge myself in your personality…that's where you're really a flaw.
I like you attitude - the false glory - it makes you look good in the eye of fools. There are no fools here…sorry.