And now I feel some sort of impending guilt. You wont be mad if I spam your LJ page, huh? Well... let me take how I felt and put it into a comparison.
You're taking a test. In class, with a bunch of people, on paper- a test. It doesn't matter what test it is. It's a serious test, even though it's not graded. It defines how you're seen by that teacher. Now, you get this test back.
It turns out there's this question you got wrong. That almost everyone got wrong. Even though you answered truthfully- except one or two people, who got it right. Because they answered a completely different question.
"Why is this wrong?" You ask in your pitiful student voice. Your professor stands tall in all of his knowing pride and says:
"Because you didn't answer the REAL question."
Yes. The one in subtitles so small that they're naked to the human eye. Or maybe it's printed in white ink, on white paper, that doesn't have any vertical identity, or so little that it'd be insane to see. That's the question that you were SUPPOSED to answer. Don't mind that one in big black ink- that wasn't what the professor really meant. And now he's looking down on you because you couldn't pass his mind game.
Okay, now take that analogy, and instead of knowledge, make it your mind's identity. A lot more personal, isn't it? It irked me. And it isn't the first time that something has irked me. No philosophical wounds, though. I'm not mad or anything. o.o At the very least, forgive me, because I'm going into upperclassman analysis paper mode for the upcoming weekend. But please, at least with me, be a little considerate when you proclaim that you've mapped out a part of my psyche. ._.