>My teacher told me I am a failure and won't amount to much.
>"If you don't work hard, your grades will remain in the trash," she said.
>I smiled my brightest smile. She was furious, "You think I'm joking? Bloody bastard!".
>I replied, "Yes ma'am. You won't understand, but I am an INTJ."
>She fell backwards, dumbfounded, "Bu-but h-how? INTJ is one of the rarest and most strategically capable personality type."
>Her eyes widened in horror as I leaned in, my lip curling in a smile and said, "I was born as a mastermind, ma'am. With my staggering intellect and 420 IQ, it isn't a surprise I'm an INTJ.
>It’s lonely at the top and it is often a challenge for me to find like-minded individuals who are able to keep up with my relentless intellectualism and chess-like maneuvering. I know it all too well but this harsh reality is unlikely to stop me (an interested INTJ) from achieving results.
>“You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant.” I said as I turned to the class and signed off, "INTJ" and smirked.
>They all started clapping. The loudest clap in particular was from the student at the back. That student's name? Nikola Tesla. Elon was there too. The hottest girl in the class ran to me. She was smiling, and said, "Oh my god, you're such a legend. You make me so wet with your high IQ. You've gained my respect and you're oh so funny. Please, take me to your mansion and fuck me."
>We went to my mansion and we had mad sex that night. I blasted her heads off with my imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, amazingly curious cum.
