I made a realization yesterday, or was it the day before? Ten minutes ago? I never know; I’m so stupid.
Oh yeah, my realization … my realization is I no longer care what smart people think.
Not that I actually ever did care, but now I really don’t care. I don’t even walk away exasperated. Now I just stand there and proudly give them my sharpest, dumb look as if their genius-level remarks went over my head like they usually do. I suppose some will say that makes me "really stoopid."
That I think my opinion is always right, even when it’s dead wrong, or that I have to be right even when it’s quite obvious that I'm not. Most of the time it’s true, I'm troglodyte. After all, I have always ignored facts as plainly as the nose on my face (except when it’s runny), as much possible.
And I am prone to jumping to conclusions which have given me many contusions which may explain why I’m always in a state of confusion. Critical thinking and analysis have never been part of my vocabulary (come to think about it the word “vocabulary” has never been part of my vernacular). Maybe that is why I live in a fantasy world, and I am prone to flights of fantasy from reality.
I never pick up on nuances; rather, I’d like to believe that most things in life are no more complex than they appear on the surface. And then there are times when a cigar is just a cigar unless you are Sigmund Freud or Monica Lewinsky.
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, a fellow death-row, cell neighbor once told me, when I was questioning my gut’s constant grumbling after eating the chicken, : "If it looks like chicken, smells like chicken, and tastes likes chicken, then its probably Louie who was executed last week." The simplest answer is often the right answer, but I like to complicate it with lovely hues of grey and chartreuse.
I have been thinking hard about intuition/instinct lately (actually, I don’t think much about anything come to think of it) and quite frankly, my brain hurts. I am fond of saying that my "gut is never wrong", but it is except when it’s about diarrhea. But I don't always choose to listen to it (unless it has to do with watery doo-doo), and invariably pay a hefty price later (even when I know I can get a better deal on E-bay). I'm ignoring it a lot more these days and only heeding the messages it sends me concerning loose bowels. That doesn't mean that my emotions aren't engaged by the outrageousness of my own stupidity. And I always act on the urge to express them, impulsively.
Now, when people say demonstrably intelligent things to me or others in person or in print, I continue to ignore them, or take leave of my senses. I comment a lot less on OS than I used to since my comments are usually ignored. Plus, I've lost the will to engage with smarty pants, Einsteins, and really smart folk. And I have to admit that I feel much, much betterer.