the feeling of concealed satisfaction of “i do it better…” is very so utterly pleasurable. makes one sit up straighter, tilt a head slightly to the right and put on that barely noticeable ‘mona lisa’ smile.
let them worry for a while, while i make myself a cup of tea (english way, strong with a drop of milk) and reason about dichotomy between coming to rescue and watching them fuck up.
what is more important at the end of the day - a collective win (where your contribution blends in and does not get deserved recognition) or a solo pleasure of knowing your skills are superior?
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