Well That Didn't Work

UNRELATABLE
Disclaimer:This is honesty. If it sounds arrogant, it is and I'm sorry.

"Unrelatable," that's what Adi called me on Saturday night. We were talking through an argument we'd had earlier when she said something to me that was both flattering and upsetting; she said she always felt inferior to me. Adter she'd explained herself, I carefully phrased the following question: "Do I do or say things that you feel belittle you in some way?" "That's the thing," she said, "You don't. It's just you." Then the word "unrelatable" came up. "You're so smart that I feel like it makes you unrelatable to me." I insisted to her that I wasn't as smart as she was making me out to be. She rolled her eyes and said "whatever" half under her breath. The fight was long over by this point; we were just talking. Unrelatable? "Maybe you're just keeping yourself from recognizing how smart you are just like you won't let yourself admit you like Alex." (Long story for my next entry.)

Truth is, I know damn well how smart I am, I just don't shout it from the rooftops, though I want to more and more as each day passes by. I am DANGEROUSLY smart. When people ask me if I think I'm smart, my response is usually "Do I think I'm smart? Sure. Am I a genius? Of course not, but smart...yeah." You know what? That's complete B.S. My high school had me IQ tested when I was 15. You know what my score was? Neither do I, the administrators of the test said I'd beaten it, they couldn't measure my score. I was the only one they'd ever seen do that. I get depressed when I'm not being stimulated enough and I get bored really easily. I have interest in almost everything and am damn good at most of it. There's little I can't do and I know it.

There, I said what I was thinking. You may now open fire. Comments ()

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