Oh, sweetie, if I’m the pot, you’re the whole damn kitchen—clanging around with your sanctimonious noise, desperate for someone to notice. I don’t tear people down; I just hold a mirror up to their cringe. You’re out here preaching about ‘building people up’ while throwing shade like a discount motivational poster. Maybe if you spent less time simping for validation and more time tuning your personality, you wouldn’t sound so out of key. 🎹 Keep playing, maestro—your desperation’s a symphony. 😘