Freaking Genius
Over dinner on Wednesday I was relating a story to Musician and as an aside I said, 'don't even start with me! I'm a freaking genius!'"
He stopped me, "really?"
Suddenly uncomfortable I told him that I don't really like to talk about my IQ, and, anyway, I was saying it more as a general-make-a-point than literally.
Why am I embarrassed about it? Why does my level of intelligence unsettle me?And, now, why am I concerned that I may have done the job too efficiently and have him believing that I must not be, based on my protests.
He stopped me, "really?"
Suddenly uncomfortable I told him that I don't really like to talk about my IQ, and, anyway, I was saying it more as a general-make-a-point than literally.
Why am I embarrassed about it? Why does my level of intelligence unsettle me?And, now, why am I concerned that I may have done the job too efficiently and have him believing that I must not be, based on my protests.
posted by granola girl at 11:45 pm
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