People irritated him.
No, ignorant people irritated him.
No. Actually, society as a whole irritated him.
Why people constantly insisted this was beyond him. There was nothing wrong with him. In fact, it was society that was flawed, not him. He was beyond flaws.
Since when was neatness and a strong work ethic seen as a mental health issue?
"Seriously, people these days...so fucking lazy and put off by anyone above them," Teru mumbled to himself, as he stared at a tiny orange translucent bottle.
Was it so wrong to be perfect?
"People…are so very disgusting," Teru concluded," they sit there and waste their lives, doing nothing. And these people…when they're actually doing something considered productive, they do it half assed."
Peers at the university insisted that he should see a therapist. Though, one professor had the balls to tell him that he should go see a psychiatrist.
As if. There was nothing wrong with him, and there was no way in hell he would go see a psychiatrist.
It wasn't like Teru to give in, but he did. Simply because he was sick of their false concerns and whining. He knew their true motives.
Clearly, they were jealous and put off by his perfection.
He read the bottle about a dozen times. It read "Clomipramine, take once daily in the morning". They were for Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder.
For some reason, this put Teru in a fit of laughter.
"Hilarious. This bullshit," he threw the bottle aside," everyone thinks they have some sort of disease these days. Fucking generation diagnosis! Ahaha..."
He couldn't stop laughing, no matter how hard he tried. It was all just too funny, how people, no, how society seems to have this inferiority complex and this fear of anyone above them.
The world had an inferiority complex. He knew they feared him. He was above them. Above society, above humanity.
He walked over to where the bottle fell and picked it up, curious.
"I'm a man of my word," he mumbled," and if taking this will get these idiots to shut up then so be it."
He downed the tiny yellow pill.
Instantly, he felt something he's never felt before.
He downed another one.
He felt empowered.
Another one.
A smile crept along the side of his face.
Another one.
Never had he ever felt so supreme.
Laughter seemed to consume Teru once more.
It was only natural for society to be in fear of him. He was righteous, he was pure, he was perfection personified.
"…almost divine," he thought to himself, with a smile lingering on his face.