
Originally Posted by
SirWagginston
You guys don't know what you're talking about. At the MENSA parties I go to, we get drunk and play board games. Connect 4 is my fave.
You guys are wrong about smart people. When someone gets really, really smart, they start to have nihilist and existential thoughts. A lot of them feel disconnected from the rest of society because nobody understands or relates to them. They see the value of "success" as typically measured to be subjective. Some of them will suck it up and go on to become acclaimed academics or inventors, but a lot of them won't.
Fun story--it's about the smartest person I've ever met. When I entered university as a 1st year, he was already programming his own video game, from scratch, all by himself. I know he wasn't lying about it because I went onto his computer when he wasn't looking and played it. He also invented his own language and was writing a book. He had an incredible vocabulary and was clearly above proficient in all academic subjects.
Despite all that, he didn't last through our first year. He had a weird addiction to robitussen, which he could guzzle like water. I tried to do it with him, one time. I drank two bottles and threw up. He drank six and kept it all down. But then he got in a confrontation with one of the local police officers, who happened to be very hated by me and probably everyone else for his terrible little man syndrome. My friend decided to punch him in the face, and was, of course, sent to jail. I told him he was wasting his talent, and that for him to be happy he needed to make something of himself. He said that happiness comes from within and is what you make of your situation. That he can cultivate his mind just as well without the rest of the world knowing about it, and would be perfectly content as a hippie or a wanderer.
I took him to a big MENSA convention in Pittsburgh one time. He stayed up the night before smoking weed and drinking robitussen. Came back to the hotel, clearly still under the influence, to get about one hour of sleep. We went to the convention and joined the logic tournament. I had another friend sneak me beer, and I got wasted and did horribly. But this kid, in his THC and DXM-induced haze, somehow manages to win 3rd place. And the funny thing was, nobody in the tournament thought that was weird. They've seen it before.
No we surround ourselves with other interesting people and scholars as well...we just don't join a club.
I often times feel like I'm surrounded by masses of ignorant people. Like an ocean I am drowning in. But I don't join any clubs or organizations like that...I just seek out people I can relate to and carry on an intelligent conversation with.
Completely baffled by a backward indication
That an inspired word will come across your tongue
Hands moving upward to propel the situation
Have simply halted
And now the conversation's done
I am the EgGmAn