So anyway, on to “The Curse”.

So in my subset of friends, there are quite a few of us who have a higher than average IQ. Trust me, we’ve taken tests, and not the rinky dink internet ones. (I know what you’re thinking, “Ohmigod hes going to get on a high horse and talk about how he’s smarter than everyone! I hate that!”). Actually, nothing could be further from the truth. While its true that I am thankful for my gift (and frankly, probably wouldn’t have it any other way), it’s a very difficult thing to control sometimes. (Reads: All THE TIME EVER. Well sort of).

Disclaimer: I’m not crazy. I don’t suffer from any identifiable mental illness. I do not have an imaginary rabbit friend named professor hops.

Disclaimer being said, the reason I call it a curse is because everyone I know who has an IQ above 150 is just plain odd. Personally, it affects me by completely destroying most of my focus. I can focus on tasks if I put my mind to it, but every once in a while my mind will veer off into some completely different tangent and I lose my focus completely. At the worst of it, my mind will go into multiple streams of thought and I can’t really do anything. Not that I don’t have control when it does this, but it’s amazingly noticeable. Anyone who knows me knows I can “space out” every once in a while.

So what does this affect, practically?

Luckily, it doesn’t affect me at work. If anything, I’m more focused at work because of it.
It does affect social interaction, like alot. I’ll be in the middle of a sentence and just trail off… what?

ADD? ADHD? No. I’m not talking about made up syndromes here.

Did you notice by reading about this blog that I don’t write horribly long posts? Yep. There it is right there. Intelligent people may have a screw loose. We’re just plain weird. Don’t talk about me like that. Damn you dirty apes!

I digress. Or do I?

Shut up Professor Hops, you have a degree in bologne.

Feet.