The Blog Post To Restore Sanity

My friend Arden is much smarter than I am.

At this point I would like to cut to a scene of all the people who know me personally with shocked expressions on their faces, looking at each other and mouthing "Did he really just say that?"

See, I'm very smart. And, usually, I think I'm even smarter than I actually am. So for me to admit someone might be even close to as intelligent as I am is a pretty big thing. For me to outright say they're smarter is rare. And for me to state that they're "much smarter," is like seeing a complete lunar eclipse.

See why I'm bringing this up after the jump.

America Hates Intelligence

I’m smart.

You can call that statement arrogant, if you want. You are also welcome to challenge it, if you’d like. What you’ve read on this blog should be enough to convince you either way if I am or not.

It’s not necessarily important in this context if I am smart or not. More important is that my peers have considered me smart. This comes with a variety of connotations, of course. I have been called the whole gamut of childish insults associated with being intelligent (nerd, geek, dweeb, dork, etc.).

All of them are true, of course. I love Harry Potter and Star Wars, for fuck’s sake.