Can you imagine Sargon trying to sleep after being told by Spencer that he should be thankful Spencer pointed out he wasn’t as smart as he thought he was?
He probably waddled into bed late, after spending an hour salvaging his ego on another stream following his flight from the debate. His wife likely turned over and asked him what was wrong, and - breathing heavily - he brushed her off. Neither are sexually attracted to each other. It’s likely Sargon’s obesity prevents him from satisfying her.
She thinks about bringing up the fact that the family’s finances are only getting worse. Maybe he should leave YouTube behind and get a real job. But she doesn’t say anything - she’d hate for him to fly into one of his impotent rages and explode when one of her children, not his, misbehaves - which is inevitable given how little respect they have for the soft, jobless, man who pretends to be their father.
He rolls away from her. His fat prevents him from laying comfortably on his side. The pressure on his organs causes him perpetual unease. He can’t help but think about Spencer, the handsome, wealthy, man who humiliated him. He’s brought back to the terror and helplessness that he felt as a child being bullied by older boys for reasons he never understood. “I’m smarter than Spencer.” He says in his mind, “How dare Spencer treat me this way?” And yet, he knows that Spencer sleeps surrounded by a loyal cadre of followers who would risk their lives for him, next to a beautiful woman who he dominates in the classical sense. Spencer is a household name, and Sargon is now a joke in the only place that ever gave him attention.
Sargon wonders why he doesn’t inspire, why the only “friends” he has are strangers viewed through a computer monitor. He rationalizes, pleads with himself - all the time avoiding the real answer: For all his “intelligence,” others are instinctively repulsed by him and his nihilistic lifestyle.
