And don't forget fallacious conclusion #2: all introverts are good. The author does strike me as the caricaturish Hollywood movie nerd, whiny, full of self-pit

And don't forget fallacious conclusion #2: all introverts are good. The author does strike me as the caricaturish Hollywood movie nerd, whiny, full of self-pity, bad faith, envy, and repressed narcissism, putting down everything to do with the "popular kids" or jocks while craving all the same things. Either own up to it and saddle up, or take a good hard look at your contradictions, disingenuousness, and self-deception. Pick up Nietzsche and Scheler and learn about ressentiment because this is a textbook example. Take this revealing quote: > The school’s emphasis on networking above studious reflection makes outcasts of, for instance, many brilliant but introverted Asian students who feel out of place in this cheerleader hell. Why would this be a cheerleader hell? If the networking milieu is superficial, thoughtless, and crass, why the desperate desire to fit in with them? To be accepted by them? (Or, later on, play the game of sour grapes?) After all, aren't they worse off? Aren't they less desirable? This is incoherent. You say these introverted students are "outcasts" who feel out of place with these glad-handing extroverts. But if that is the case, then why would it ever be their goal to fit in with people you believe are so deserving of scorn and contempt? Why do you put them up on a pedestal and pout about not being accepted or even adored by them? If you were being honest, then they would never feel the need or desire to join their ranks, to receive their affection and approval. Fortune favors the bold. Hiding in your basement and expecting the world to come to you, to appreciate your ostensible greatness, while denying that of others, is perhaps the height of arrogance and egocentrism. Everyone is busy living their own lives, dealing with their own problems, just like the introvert, yet the latter expects special treatment. One of the greatest lessons I've learned in life is that it is a waste of time complaining about the state of the world. It is a waste of time blaming the world for your dissatisfactions, thinking all the while that if only the world would be a certain way, THEN I could finally flourish. This is the creed of the effeminate procrastinator. But life is a meat grinder. Waiting for it to be easy, for it to be comfortable, for the stars to align before you make a move is to waste precious time and to wait for one's death. Life is struggle. Do not pity those poor, immigrant students, dear author, because they are still better at bearing the pains and discomforts of life than the brats of the first world who can only survive in the rarefied confines of their warm, padded cells. Their children, however...