It’s adorable how you think you’re my equal. You think you can match me in any way shape or form. It’s cute, and terribly naive. I’m smarter than you, better looking than you and more dedicated to my craft than you are to anything in your life. I have depth, wisdom, dimension, and a passion that you will never even aspire to. You idolize me for all of these things and more. You fantasize you can match me in any one thing or beat me at my own game. The facts are quite the opposite though. Your dream to be half as amazing as I am only forces you to obsess over me. That obsession leaves space for me to creep into your mind and control you. I guess if you can’t be like me, the next best thing is to owned by me.
