@trev33 saidI find myself oppressed by the formidable weight of my own genius. It’s a great challenge being so much smarter than everyone else. Sometimes I fail to “dumb things down” sufficiently for the plebs. This is my only discernible flaw.
No one is perfect right and we all have our little things that we could probably improve on.
I rarely proof read and sometimes my mind wonders off while trying so usually end up with a mistake or two in the text, especially since predictive text game about, how I do miss those little red lines telling me to read what I've wrote. Case in post looking at this post, of course by trying I meant typing.
@hand-of-hecate saidhallucinate much h-o-h?
I find myself oppressed by the formidable weight of my own genius. It’s a great challenge being so much smarter than everyone else. Sometimes I fail to “dumb things down” sufficiently for the plebs. This is my only discernible flaw.
-VR
@hand-of-hecate saidOf course that is so obvious to see! ๐
I’ll also concede that I am too humble.
-VR
@hand-of-hecate saidWell, thanks to Rusty here, we can all feel that way.
I find myself oppressed by the formidable weight of my own genius. It’s a great challenge being so much smarter than everyone else. Sometimes I fail to “dumb things down” sufficiently for the plebs. This is my only discernible flaw.
It has only really re-emerged lately, but I have low social stamina with all but a few people.
I was always a very quirky child. At age 1, I knew the Latin name of every plant in the gardens of our home. At age 2, I knew every car on the road and would yell the model, year and manufacturer as soon as I spotted them from my booster seat. There were many other 'obsessions' over the years (e.g. geography, origami, etc). I knew Japanese words without having ever been exposed to the language, which prompted my mother to buy 3-year-old me a copy of "ๅใจๅๅฐใฎ็ฅ้ ใ - the rest is history. I was recently paging through an old scrapbook that I made when I was around 7 - I did drawings of inventions that appeared in my mind. Looking back now with more maturity and understanding of myself, the drawings reveal that I existed on a different plane.
Well, I actually still do. I was raised in a way that pays special attention to etiquette and there are strict rules about conduct and social interactions. Thus, I became very good at suppressing my natural personality (which is not "normal", so to speak) in order to fit the model. I thought that being "normal" was just as hard for every other child as it was for me, and so worked on being able to pretend to be like them. I think I can say with confidence that I became very socially adept.
Spending months alone in lockdown had the side-effect (without a negative connotation) of allowing me to relax my "defences" and let the real me come out more often. I have been a night owl for a long time because when everyone is asleep, I can be my true self. Not having to switch on a different person each morning revealed how much hiding myself took from me - it drained my soul and talents every day.
Anyway, back to the topic of the thread. Because COVID has reduced social interaction, I have hardly seen anyone. Lately, when I do, I find that my "masking" abilities have atrophied, or rather I find it too exhausting and have no desire to do it anymore. I have reached a point at which I would rather try to find people around whom I feel entirely comfortable (which is rare) then try to lower myself to normality.
After years of being locked away, the real me is back for good.
