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Bow Before Me and My Genius Mind

Well, friends, it’s official. I’m a genius.

According to an article in Curious Mind Magazine, people who share my level of intelligence have a few things in common. We are all slovenly, foul-mouthed night dwellers.

Yes! Vindication!

One of the items the article touches upon is that intelligent people can live happily within mounds of chaos.  I’ve always had the ability to find any object in the innumerable piles of my own self-made mess – or that of others – if I’ve touched it or seen it at least once.  This talent has not only been helpful at home (with two kids who constantly screamed “mooommm, where is my [insert any item whatsoever here]!?”), but at work as well where I was always able to help my employers keep track of their own individual chaos. I assumed this was a subconscious thing I did to remember where the item was or where it was supposed to be, but it turns out that I am, in fact, just intellectually a level above all of you organized people. Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me! It’s in the article, it must be so.  Also, my messy desk is a sign of creative genius, so just leave my mold covered coffee mugs alone and let me work in peace. I’m not lazy, I’m smart!

My inability to go to bed before 2:00 a.m. is also a sign that I am heads above all of you, tucked all warm in your little beds by 10:00 p.m.  Never mind that 2:00 a.m. is when the best items are on sale at QVC or late-night horror movies come on, it is actually just my genius brain doing genius things at a genius time of the morning.  Genius!

Lastly, it would seem my unrepeatable tirades against the entire driving population of my state are also a sign of my extreme intellectual advancements.  Contrary to some of those inane studies that show that people who curse frequently are considered less intelligent, it has been scientifically proven that I and all my potty-mouthed kin are in fact superior in intelligence to our more straight-laced peers.  I have a gloating comment to make about that, but I can’t write it here.  Perhaps if you share my intelligence, you can imagine what it would be.

I’m not one to say “I told you so,” but I always knew that under my sailor’s vocabulary, under-eye bags, and piles of junk, I was a genius.  Now, science proves it.

Oh, who am I kidding?  I love to say I told you so.  I told you so! 

Go forth and spread the word to your cursing, messy, night-owl friends.  We are the elite ruling class of intellectuals.

We are geniuses!

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16 thoughts on “Bow Before Me and My Genius Mind”

  1. Is there a certain protocol for worshiping at your feet? I’m new at this, having not known any actual geniuses before, only people with advanced Dunning-Kruger issues. More importantly, while worshiping do we need to watch out for falling anvils, pianos, spring-powered boulders, or Acme WMDs?

  4. I also was delighted with the research. Having a German Virgo father endowed me with some organizing skills but I remain just short of a hoarder as far as stacks of things accumulating where I can always find them. And while i dont swear in public anymore, I sure let my recalcitrant work computer have it in several languages

    • I’m good about not swearing in public…but at home or in the car? It’s a free for all then. An old employer of mine used to think my ability to find the smallest post it note among piles of disorganized papers (his) or a financial report in a stack of a thousand papers was amazing…and in reality, I think I just had a good memory (although being amazing or magical would’ve been cool!). If I had touched it at one time or another, I could find it. Probably comes from living with kids and constantly being the keeper of someone else’s stuff. LOL

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