I think the board ate my first try…
I am very intelligent, and I’m very aware of it. I’ve had people tell me so from a very early age, and empirical evidence seems to back it up. I’m particularly book-smart, but also have some talent in drawing, writing, singing, dancing, and other miscellaneous artistic endeavors. The academics are really the only thing I’ve gotten formal training in; the rest of it I do for fun. I was socially retarded – in the literal sense of being very behind the curve – when I was a kid, for a variety of reasons. When I aged into a cohort where I had the opportunity to talk to other people who had something in common with me, including intelligence, I suddenly had a reference for human behavior, and got myself up to speed rather quickly.
I don’t think being smart automatically makes me a better person than anyone else; it just makes me smart. Other people think it makes me into some sort of alien, judging from the reactions I get. I try to just treat people like people, but it makes me die a little inside when I’m talking to someone perfectly normally and I find out that they’re really quaking in their boots, afraid that my brain will suddenly burst out of my head and politely but casually crush them, or something like that. I get along fine with people who are learning disabled, and acted as an unofficial de facto tutor for the dyslexic or dyscalculic kids a lot while I was in school.
I don’t actually know that I’ve ever met anyone quantifiably smarter than I am. The argument was made a little while ago in a thread giving advice to a parent of a “gifted” boy that after a certain point, the “giftedness” doesn’t make you think faster, it makes you think differently. After a couple of standard deviations, the numbers are meaningless. I’ve certainly met people whose talents, emphases, experiences and skillsets were different than mine – I usually ask them to teach me. I don’t think that I’ve ever met anyone else with that “different” style of thinking who didn’t want to be on friendly terms with me once we’d sized each other up. It’s pretty rare.
I don’t think being smarter would have any real impact on my life. Except for the social bits of my childhood, I’ve never had the feeling that I wasn’t smart enough to learn something. Once I found an environment where people would interact meaningfully with me, that evaporated, and I picked it up just fine. As far as I know, there isn’t anything I couldn’t learn if I cared enough to devote time to it. On the other hand, I hate being stupid. I can tolerate temporary idiocy from drinking, or from cold medication if I’m really miserable, but I can, have and will refuse to take any long-term medication that prevents my brain from working right. I tried SSRIs once during a very rough time in my life, and we did not get along. I weighed the chance that they might make my mood better, possibly, someday, versus the insomnia, the inability to finish a thought, and the way they completely shut off the function of my common-sense gland, and they went right into the trash.
I spent most of my life trying never to talk about this, on the grounds that just stating facts sometimes can be off-putting and arrogant. In the past few years, though, I’ve had more than one person come up to me and say that they appreciated me writing about being a “gifted” kid, because now they had confirmation they weren’t the only one who thought like that. It’s confusing and isolating when the adults keep telling you that being smart is a good thing, but it makes other people feel bad. So keep it under your hat. Except when we tell you to let it out. But not too much – it’s not nice to show up the adults. Etc.