I recently received the following message:
October 12, 2011 at 12:31 pm
“You really are a complete cocksucker. I’ve taken enough psychology classes to recognize an inferiority complex when I see one, among other things. Fag. Whether or not you realize it this entire website is a perfectly obvious example of text book little man syndrome, through and through. 100 bucks says you’re about 5’4”, queer and secretly hate yourself beyond a shadow of a doubt. If that weren’t true you’d spend less time bragging on yourself and more time talking about something worthwhile. Oh, wait. That would take brains, of which you have zero. Go shove something up your ass, faggot.”
Welcome, Dennis. Thank you for brightening up my afternoon with such a wonderful opportunity to peel back your skin. Unfortunately for me, you’ve made it a painfully simple task. The basis of your argument is that your background in “enough psychology classes” lends you sufficient credibility to speculate about my height (5’9″), make four crude references to homosexuality in less than ten sentences, and ultimately sum up the content of my website as an ostentatious metaphor for fundamental, possibly subconscious self-loathing, inferiority, and brainlessness. These must have been some genuinely groundbreaking psychology classes, Dennis. Did they also teach you how to guess other’s weight? Here’s what I think: You took a few general psych courses at your local community college. During that time you stumbled upon Alfred Adler and his inferiority complex concept, which caused you to reflect on your own worth as a human being. That period of introspection led you to numerous unflattering personal discoveries which struck a fierce blow to your self-esteem. Fast forward to your comment and I see behind it a sad, jealous, severely limited man who, ironically enough, is too blinded by his own inferiority complex to realize that in the end, his harsh, spiteful words come across as nothing more than a clear-cut case of projection and raw, displaced anger. You want me to be comically short, blatantly “queer,” and completely without intellectual merit because entertaining that viewpoint leaves you feeling big, tough, and intelligent. But you aren’t. We both know that. And that’s ok, Dennis. Take a breather and sip some cold water. If all men were great, there would be no room for mediocrity.