Too much of the time he spends on problem-solving, adding up numbers, taking apart binaries, formulating solutions to computer jargon only he knows. Like for instance, when he asks a kid what she’s feeling after being heartbroken. He’d give you the square root of 432977, stop, snap back, and reapply the knowledge of a function to supply the means to an answer. So he calculates, recalculates, steps forward, steps back, inhales, exhales. And finally, he comes up with a solution. Be exact. Don’t make mistakes. Do what you’re told because without me, you’re stupid. You lack incentive and self-discipline. You’ll never do anything right. It has to be concise. It needs to be correct. You have to be spot on. Listen, it’s as simple as black and white. Why can’t you get that through your head? Why can’t you get it right? Are you stupid?
No. I just have trouble seeing in monochromatic tones; I think you’re the one with the problem.
