This is my first Pit rant… so here’s hoping everything goes okay. I’m rather irritated right now.
ahem To the certain someone I was just talking to. Oh, I’m sorry. Did I offend your delicate sensibilities with the idea that I could possibly be as worthwhile as you? I’m sorry. Excuse me while I sob my heart out over your being forced to deal with lowly scum like me.
Sure, our conversation started out peacefully enough. Then we come to music. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve said you hate American music and bands. Okay. Sure, whatever. And today you confess that you listened to one and sort of liked it! Horrors! But quickly you follow that up with reassurances that all things American are still below you as, of course, you are the Uberanimefan. Not only that, you have more valid tastes in music than I do. After all, you feel this strange urge to tell me that you have perfect pitch and spent all your life involved in music, so you’re clearly more able to judge what “good” music is. God forbid I suggest that maybe some American music is good and some Japanese music is bad, and that all simply be viewed under the heading of “music.” No, of course not. I’m being silly. I should simply accept that through some miracle, all good music is being made in Japan and all music in America sucks by default. Oh, yes, but you’re nice about it. It’s okay that I don’t like the same things as you, I just don’t understand music well enough.
Then you go on to bless me with the knowledge that you have always been good at everything. Yes, you said that, verbatim. Everything. Always. You were fucking born knowing how to perform brain surgery. NASA sometimes calls you up and asks for advice. I heard you recently helped complete that Human Genome mapping thing–good job! Oh, but you admit it’s “probably a bad thing” and made it hard to grow up. Golly, I imagine. All those childish bumpkins making fun of you, the miracle child. Tell me, were you a virgin birth too? I’ve heard that’s the ‘in’ thing for gods these days.
And then you go on to explain that you don’t have low self-esteem, in fact, your esteem is too high! Right. That’s the reason why, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve felt this urge to slam into everyone’s heads how you’re somehow on a higher level. You refuse to listen to music that’s too popular or like anime series that are too well-known. Why? Well, they’re below you, obviously. And this knee-jerk reaction to the concept of being “normal” is of course because of that high self esteem. Not because you’re depressed, or because you cry yourself to sleep every night. No sirree. You really are a special, shining star, a glowing light for us to guide ourselves by in the night.
You know what? Fuck you. I’m not sorry I questioned your claim of being good at everything and hurt your feelings. But obviously, it was because I’m so dead jealous of your innate ability to dislike "anything “below” you. Yes, you’re my friend, and yes, I still care about you. But, just like your incredibly self-obsessed friends, sometimes you’re unbearable.
And tell them to fucking stop calling me “chere” and “hon,” especially when making slightly veiled threats. It pisses me off.
This does not apply to L or J, who are both sweet as they can be from what I can tell. 
In case, god forbid, one of them finds this rant.
I just don’t think it’s by default better than anything American, or that anything American is by default lower than its Japanese counterpart. In this case, anyway, we were talking about music. Please do not hurt your scoffmatron. 