There’s an old adage that says it’s lonely at the top, and that’s not just true for those with power. It is also true for those who are simply holistically better than everyone else. My brains? My beauty? My virtue? All top-notch. And would you believe I don’t have any friends?

Part of it is definitely the isolation and jealousy. When you win every game, nobody wants to play with you, even if you don’t gloat (gloating is far beneath my impeccable moral character). When you are so beautiful and funny, you become intimidatingly unapproachable and nobody wants to go out with you. When you are ethically too good of a person, people feel bad about their own moral standings around you and they resent you for it instead of using it as a reason to work on themselves. And so, I find myself largely alone.

On top of that, there is also a part of the situation that comes from people not being able to understand me. In the few instances where people overcame their awe and jealousy to approach me and start a conversation, I found myself unable to stand their shallowness and stupidity. One person claimed to understand my plight, but I knew that deep down they couldn’t really. You see, they claimed to also be so beautiful nobody dared approach them, but really they were rather plain. (This isn’t me being judgmental; it’s just honest.)

Ultimately, I think a large part of this comes down to Aristotle’s idea of friendship, in which the less virtuous friend must make up for this gap in virtue by loving the other more. In every friendship, I would naturally be the more virtuous, yet in today’s selfish world I just can’t find four people who are willing to put their own egos aside to be willing to carry my litter.