Let me tell you a story about my life.
When I was a little kid, I was very smart. When other babies were sticking toys down their diapers, I organized them up by size and color. How amazing I was!
Then I was the 4 grade. My favorite was to go around flapping my arms and say over and over again, "Look at me! I'm a beautiful butterfly!" The other kids would make fun of me, but my mom would say, yes you are a beautiful butterfly, so why do I need to be ashamed? Sometimes I just flapped my arm too because no why.
My teachers said I needed to go to a class for special needs students. My mom refused, she said I am special, not special needs. She saw how smart I am.
I never had a friend. In high school this made me very depressed. I try suicided very many times. But how lucky the world is I didn't suicided! Because if there was no me, I can't show world how smart I am, right? World is very lucky have to me.
To this day, I still have no friends. But now I know it's because I am too smart to relate to other people. Sometimes it makes me sad, but then I remember I am so gifted and how lucky I am.
Now I am good at programming. I am the best at it. I get to tell all the girls at the bar how good I am and tell them about the amazing algorithm I implemented at work. Sometimes they throw their drink in my face and say stop talking to me you creep, but actually they are just jealous how smart I am.
I have never met a programmer as smart as me, so I must always help other programmers be as smart as me. I am such a good guy (see you bitches women? you don't know what a good guy I am).
This is why you think I am asshole, really, you just can't see how smart I am, but deep down you know, and you are jealous. So to make yourself feel better you tell yourself, no I am just autistic, no I am just an asshole, no I just have no social skills. But the fact is I have all the skills and you have none. NONE.
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>tfw this story is more true than I want to admit