>when your verbal reasoning is exceptional advanced (98th percentile) and it fuels your understanding of abstract concepts so high that even your genius level verbal abilities cannot quite articulate the questions you are asking yourself nor their resolutions and so you're the world's smartest person without any achievements because everything else feels retarded and futile beyond making money, which is the second most important thing in life, living life itself being the most important thing, though you can't even do that because you cannot share your thoughts with anyone and you see that all their positives are negligible compared to their negatives (except for your mother, she's a saint), so you stew away reading Hamlet or staring at your coin collection, desperate for tons and tons of money, but you can't do that because you invested nothing into that part of life, and finally, the only meaning left is to absorb the supernatural and become Satan, but wait, your mother... And I'm left with nothing to do but finally live life itself Phew, I just counselled myself there and I feel better than any therapy session. I can stop now. I can live life. It's like Steppenwolf or something.
