So, I'm sitting here watching a Charlie Rose show, and he's talking with this guy who writes books on why he thinks people do things, and he has done a bunch of legitimate research and got hordes of index cards and all his stuff is thoughtfully done, and Charlie is obviously impressed by what this dude has written and acts like it. Then, they start talking about IQ and whether or not it's important, and after a few exchanges of their ideas of what's wot, they agreed that most people are irrationally impressed by how that goes whether they admit it or not. I agree.
I've written a lot about me having a genius IQ, and how finding that out was maybe the worst thing that ever happened to me. It's not that having a genius IQ is the worst thing that has ever happened to me, it's finding out about it in the way that I did. By that I mean that I was tested by a recognized expert who observed all the bells and whistles of what had to be there for the results to be considered valid.
I think IQ is controlled by how much curiosity is apportioned out from the gitgo. I don't thing one's intelligence quotient is inherent, but curiosity is. I was a nosy kid. I wanted to know for myself everything. Being nosy ain't easy. There is a lot of subterfuge involved. People don't like kids who are too nosy about what they consider they own business. I wanted to know everything.
Sometime for no good reason. Many ti-me-s just to write word salad. I just wanted to, and I virtually had to KNOW or my world would fall apart. This reduces down to NO so easily. Learning to KNOW something is synonymous with learning what to say NO to. For me it was a matter of ti-me and tie-me-ing (timing).
I agree with Einstein's bit about genius being 90% perspiration. Mostly redundancy and repetition. "Inch by inch, it's a cinch." Perseverance. Per-severance. Severing away the fat from the lean. The wheat from the chaff. Over the long haul. Persistently chipping away at the small things. Hoping the big things would respond to the slack reins on their neck.
The world has a way about it, you know, and sometimes the smart thing to do is to get outta the way and let the world find it's own way back to it's balance point. To it's equinox twice a year. The extremes are bearable if you know there is an end to them. The hardest thing for me has always be to leave things be.
Most of the ti-me, life as a physician heals itself. I get impatient and push the wet noodle. Not because I expect to make progress toward a desired end, but simply because I'm curious about whether it will respond like other inert objects I push against.
I really don't know what being a genius is for. It's not a recent doubt. I've questioned the usefulness of it every since I first found out for sure. Just yesterday I remember writing something about what the point of it all might be. It isolated me and denied me the creature comforts regular people seem satisfied with.
I'm deliberately sitting here in a cold-ass room when I could do something about it if I actually wanted to. Instead, I act like it's a scientific experiment that will end with me going upstairs where the electric blanket has been kept on all day for this very moment.
This is supposed to be the coldest night of the cold weather season. It's supposed to get down to 16 degrees (-8.8889 C). That's really cold for around here. I've been putting off going to bed for as long as comfortably possible. That way I'll be able to sleep until the sun rises and warms things up a bit.
It's supposed to be a little warmer tomorrow. The winds are supposed to shift from coming from the north to coming from the Caribbean around noon. Just that quick. Why not hibernate as long as I can until it's over?
My dilemma now seems to be about the difference between systems of expertise and the gifts of God/genius. I seem to know a lot about systems of expertise through my own experience. I wanna be able to give credit where credit is due. I wanna recognize when some person is exhibiting the results of a gift of God, and ask them a few questions I'd like satisfied. That's not easy, and sometimes I'm wrong in my assessment of what's wot. It's something to do.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
