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It is interesting how people respond to advice.
The English WACE exam was yesterday and, considering people bug me incessantly for advice and I like to think I know what I'm talking about when it comes to English, I spent a good amount of time on Facebook giving advice, asking questions, relaying things my teacher has said to me throughout the year. It's what all the top students for all the other subjects were doing and I've been picking at other people's brains greedily.
Most people were thankful. Lots of people messaged me asking questions and for my opinion. I helped out a lot of people. But some, just some, were very...hostile.
People confuse modesty with insecurity - it's why I've been made into the insecure little freak that I am now, because people can't bear things like pride and self-esteem. But the fact of the matter is, I am top in English. I do know what I'm talking about. Other people do benefit from my advice. You would too, if you got off your high horse. I ask lots of much smarter people for advice for other things. There's nothing wrong with that. But because of this, they also confuse pride with lack of humility. So really, the problem's not with me, it's with you. If you're offended by an open offer of advice that you can take or leave then logic and reason must really kill you. But I guess that's all part of being a little teenage shit.
The thing is, asking questions like 'who made you self-appointed expert?' reaffirms why I'm top of English. I mean, if you're going to dream up insults then at least dream up insults that are coherent. What is the point of asking who made someone a self-appointed' expert? Amateurs. And I am not a self-appointed expert. I can't give myself A grades - if I could, then why did you give yourself bare passes?
If I was bitter and hostile towards everyone who was better at me in anything I'd spend my life like you - endlessly sour, disappointed and hellbent on pushing everyone down in a misguided attempt to pull yourself up. I worked damn hard to get to where I am now, and the night before exams I let people pick at my brain. If you can't show me some respect at least show yourself some respect and don't make an arse of yourself on the cybersphere.