your ignorance is showing.

your greatness precedes you with grating, accented declarations. by how adamant your assertions are, i would have expected it to be more apparent in your character. but the only great thing i've seen is the distance between the declared and what is demonstrated. and i don't know why you think it matters to me more than considering your company a punishment to peace of mind, body, and soul- and any other sense of contentment. you take every last bit of my patience that you can touch and don't hesitate to unwittingly expose your entitlement- and your weaknesses. how does it feel to be president of your own one-man-fan-club? i am impressed by your shocking confidence, defiant of what reality would actually say about it. but why i matter so much to believe you- i have not a clue and no ideas. just your child-like reassurances that clumsily avoids transparency-but i see right through you regardless of how un-reified your empty promises will ever be. there is a morbid curiosity that stifles any desire i have to tell you to just do it and quit talking about it already as i just sit back and watch.