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.