He also doesn’t consider for one moment that this cuts both ways. Others think the world of me - I am almost incessantly praised by friends, strangers, family,

He also doesn’t consider for one moment that this cuts both ways. Others think the world of me - I am almost incessantly praised by friends, strangers, family, and even adversaries. You’re so smart. You’re so handsome. You’re so together. I disagree with them, profoundly, as I am just this guy, you know? I came to be here through a series of (for me) fortunate accidents. So I don’t derive my worth from others, and in my view correctly assess myself as a transient sack of mostly water, temporarily imbued with this thing we call consciousness. I honestly think that the majority of people suffer from delusionally elevated self worth, when they too are little more than interchangeable parts. You’re not precious and unique. You’re not that smart. You’re not special. You’re just another human. You eat, you shit, you fuck, you die. So do we all. This whole cult of the glorious, unique individual is pathological, in my view.