The smartest people in the world don’t want anything to do with you. They can smell your insecurity like it seeps from your pits. They're either too autistic or can’t be bothered to be concerned with appearance. Their is skin pocked or bubbling like the cgi lava at the end of the second star wars movie and framing their beady black eyes are dusty lenses covered in greasy fingerprints. Overgrown toenails curl over their destroyed sandals accompanied by some fungus if they’re truly brilliant.
but who the fuck are you to judge them for wearing the same high school sweatshirt to class for the last 3 years. they could walk circles around you in any computationally or logically complex problem and then probably beat you in 1v1 on league with your main champion. and they play the piano like the ugly guys on youtube.
it’s a little soul crushing to know that some of that genius always gets snatched by a quant firm early. infatuated by the quarter million salary and being able to tell their lunch table that they passed their review for Jane Street, the prospects are just too ripe for a kid like that.
it’s the same feeling as finding out a beautiful girl in high school is seeing an older guy. knowing that perfect pussy is getting slammed by a guy with a base model audi who probably sucks worse than you. you see her eyes widen when she tells you about him.
at least the geniuses are paid to get fucked.
--kiran // gpg yyy_K