Yeah, that’s right: I’m sick, absolutely sick, of all these special snowflakes who think they’re omniscient. They think they know everything — literally everything, even what’s going on in your head right now, every emotion you feel, every sensation or attraction you experience, everything. I mean, it’s one thing to consider yourself knowledgeable, but this is taking things way too far.
Special snowflakes have this compulsion where, if you describe your internal experiences, they’ll pounce on you to say you’re lying and just attempting to make yourself seem more unique than you really are, because these special snowflakes are the ones who know what you’re really like, of course. How do they know? Well we’re just supposed to take their word for it. Why wouldn’t you believe them, right? They can see inside your brain or something, probably. Mind-readers. It’s a wonder they haven’t hacked everybody’s accounts by now, since they must know all existing passwords, too.
Nothing in the world exists that they haven’t already heard of before, after all. They’re too special to need to learn things. They’re so special, they’ve already collected every datapoint in existence. Yep. These kids know everything, and asking questions would be beneath them. Don’t ask where they got these wild magic powers from — they just know things, and they will be furious if you question that.
There’s nothing too implausible about a bunch of people claiming to have unlimited godlike omniscience out of the blue, right? That’s not too ridiculous or anything. Nah. These firm but benevolent shepherds are the true arbiters of what’s really ridiculous here.
Ugh. Special snowflakes.