What do you say when someone tells you they want to be a messiah?

I'm sick of delusions of grandeur and an egocentric view of the universe. I'm sick of self-important musings. I'm sick of your affectations.

I want to lay in the grass and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I want to think about how amazing everything is, I want to consider the miracle of a blade of grass. I want to take deep breaths and experience every smell, every taste, every sight, every second. I never want to stop learning.

I never want to be as conceited as you are.