That's Just Me

I'm 21. I'm tall. I'm a brunette. I struggle with an addictive personality. I'm smart.

It's the last one that gets me into trouble. I always assume upon first meeting someone that I'm smarter than they are. It depends on the person but I'm usually right. And they usually know it. But on those occasions where I meet someone who is smarter than I am, I argue and try to prove myself until everyone around me is sick and tired of hearing it. Then I just give up on having that person as a friend. Most of my friends have seen this green monster come out of me, but they don't realize the full impact of my need to be number one. If everyone I knew realized that I think that I'm smarter than they are, I don't like to think what would happen to my friend count. Sure some of them wouldn't care. The ones who have known me forever, and realize that I may or may not be correct but I need to feel better than them. These friends are the truest of the true, if I thought that any one of my friends felt this way, I would drop them faster than a video game bomb. Oh life. Just a general musing on how I feel about the world at large.
Goodnight sweet blogverse.