I really hate dumb people.

There, I said it.

I will take a cauldron bubbling over with impossible, brilliant people than a happy fool any day.

There, I said that too.

I think a lot of people assume my stress is over the impossible. It’s not. It’s the “I see a thought in your head, and I fear it will never have company” that really makes me want to reach out and stab someone.

Not that I want to spend my life surrounded by competent assholes. I’m generally asshole-averse. Besides, I have a way of charming most of them because I am a Goddess, after all.

But in this universe where I’m trying to waste less time, helping to keep others’ lonely thoughts company is an exercise in futility.

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