The previous makes me out to be a Smob (SmartSnob). I confess (re-confess) that it’s True. I love the smarts. I crave the high IQs clashing and mashing and creating snobbish, narcissistic, mostly exclusionary ideas. But I love you my Non-Smob friends. I love you for your sweetness, and honesty, your loyalty and your utter nicenesses.
I don’t know where I would be without you guys!
And if you knew me, (and you Do!) you would know,
That that’s true too!