When a deep part of a person's mind makes contact with that schizo inner child, it can come across as bitchy. Everybody has a mean streak and it isn't terrible. A part of human intelligence is extremely incisive, able to cut right through things the way incisor teeth slice through flesh. This ability tends to make cows nervous, so they band together in little groups and bray at you. They're trying to make you bite your own tongue.
Many people spin tall thin cones of pretension out of which they peep with beady eyes.
The danger of this understanding is that it's really a rationale for naming things or pinning tags on life forms whose varieties of existence are as vast as Nature. Just light a cigarette and blow smoke in its face. Or beat a hasty retreat. Or shoot it. Try to encompass your mean streak with an enormous sense of humor, and whenever you can, vivify your incisive perceptions and understanding with action instead of words.