There are four types of people in this world. Stupid people, normal people, smart people, and intelligent people. A stupid person doesn't care how stupid they are-they're happy just the way they are, and the way others are. They don't question the way things work. Normal people aren't stupid, but they mind their own business, as they should. Now smart people, they're the smartest people you'll ever meet. They'll know everything about one concept, but when you ask them a question about life, they'll scratch their heads and question if they've missed something in all their years of studying. This brings us to the forth type of person-intelligent. Intelligent people will question everything and challenge every concept or theory that they're told is the way it has to be. Christin was one of these people. She challenged whatever I said to her, and spit out questions like grass being mowed. It was too much to deal with; the constant curiosity as to why I treated her like shit, or why I even treated anyone like shit. But the worst part of all of it wasn't that she was an intelligent person who happened to be curious about my life, but that I was the smart asshole who didn't want to admit an answer.