A tribute to pseudo-intellectualism and lack of genius

Boredom is the inescapable bedfellow of a lack of intelligence. The unintelligent mind is cursed with having to live with itself in every moment. The trick is to delude oneself about it. Stray sparks of pseudo-intellectualism help keep the faith. Faith in the illusion of existence. To dream is to constantly live with hurt. To hope is to decieve oneself. To accept it is to appreciate depression. Cynicism adds comfort. Self directed humour keeps the patronisers away. Introversion shields the ugly underbelly of the self from peeping out.

Superficiality is the best weapon in a world of mass individuality. It is opaque to the intelligent observer and excuses the self its existence. And when the lines begin to blur, when the superficiality seeps through the epidermis, that is the luckiest thing to have happened to you. Pat yourself on the back. You will survive this life without drawing attention.