I am smart, beautiful, talented and witty. Everyone hates me because i'm always better than them at something, (especially women). Aren’t my hands tiny, white and soft, with naturally long, strong fingernails that make the little chinese people who manicure them every week compliment me over and over? Isn’t my nose unique and Grecian and not some dastardly stub? Aren’t my eyes the perfect mixture of blue and green.. like the ocean? Isn’t my skin a rare, golden ivory without one wrinkle or blemish despite a few moles in just the right places for them to be mistaken for marks of beauty? Isn’t my face noble and ovular? My mouth full and passionate? Aren’t my brows dark and inquisitive and perfectly situated so pristinely above my almond shaped eyes? Isn’t my figure petite and perfect, and my body perfect? I am always the most breathtaking creature in the club, and the heads of both men and women turn and gawk at me upon my entrance provoking all the girl's faces to redden with shame. I grin at them snidely as their boring, brown eyes glare up at me jealously from the dance floor in their cheap skirts and fake, nickel and lead fashion jewelry and how pathetically they then commence to cling to their men, as if they know I can lure them away from them with my dimpled, Cheshire cat grin. My boyfriend always looks so proud to be seen with me! I am essentially, God. Is it wrong for me to rub people's noses in it? What should I do, really?