This is inspired by a recent thread asking “who is the most intelligent woman you have ever met?” When I saw this question, my answer was instantaneous–me. I guess that’s just self-esteem talking. My intelligence is selective and not necessarily useful.
But I am definitely the most interesting person I’ve ever met. I’m always thinking about and learning and doing new things. I am my favorite subject at any moment of the day, and I think that you have to be a pretty nasty person to not find me charming, when I’m at the top of my game.
Don’t you all feel the same way? Aren’t you the most interesting person you’ve ever met?
No, and I’d have to have a helluva giant ego problem to think so. I know a lot of very interesting people. They’re interesting to me because their knowledge and experience is different from mine, and I learn something from each of them. Whether they find me interesting is something you’d have to ask them.
The most interesting person I ever knew, and my best friend, contracted HIV in the initial wave of infections. He died in the early 1990’s. He was not always the most sensitive or wonderful person I’ve known, but always the most interesting, and the most broadly intelligent. I miss him terribly.
Unfortunately, yes. Certainly I’ve met people who were wild and wacky, had hair of three different colors, wore all leather, or whatever. But seeing as those are still all just sub-fashions or sub-lifestyles, they still aren’t particularly original.
I get to be the one guy who no one has any idea how to guess what he’s thinking. And no, being ineffable does not help one pick up chicks.
My comment was directed at Sattua. I’m digging the whole “self-praising of my own perceived high self-esteem while checking to make sure others feel the same way with an implication of light chastising for those who don’t” vibe I’m getting off her.
I am reminded of the quote “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes.” Yep, I feel that this does apply to me.
But even so, the answer is a resounding NO.
I suppose I have been singularly fortunate to have basked in the light of some really unique individuals. Individuals whose experiences absolutely humble my poor experiences.
And, it has been a true blessing. I have been privileged to sit at the feet of masters. I know, objectively, how poor my life has been compared to them.
I’m the person that is the most on my mind. I’m the person I know the best. I’m also the person I understand the best. And I’m also the person I’d like to be less obsessed with.
On the other hand, I hardly surprise myself. And I can see my own jokes coming from a mile away, so I don’t think I’m that funny. And I do find myself intelligent, often, but just as often I had to correct myself later, so whenever I now have a firm conviction my self-congratulations are mixed with the nagging feeling I’m overlooking something, again.
I’d agree and say yes, I am the most interesting person (to me) that I know. Why? Simply because of all the folk I’ve met, I’m the only one who I can be with all day, every day. I love being around other people, I have quite a few favourites who make me smile. But at the end of the day, I like coming home to me.
That was even when I thought life was fairly pointless. Haven’t put myself off me yet, and no sign of a breakup.
Not by a long chalk. I appreciate myself for what I am, but I’m not the most interesting person I know, by any stretch of the imagination. I have several friends who are far more intelligent/talented/witty/compassionate/you name it than I am. And yes, it does seem slightly arrogant to claim it.
If I were the most interesting person I know, I’d think it was about time to meet some new people.
I often bore myself - it pains me to imagine the effect I have on others…
Nope. I’m one of the funniest people I know, but certainly not the most interesting. My late uncle was probably the most interesting guy I’ve ever known. He knew something about so many subjects, that conversation never got stagnant.
No, and I have to stay on top of my game to keep up with the interesting people I do know. However, collecting interesting people is a hobby, and certainly keeps me from stagnating in a pool of my own boring.
I have many wonderful qualities, and I’m fairly enamored of myself, but I’m certainly not the most interesting person I know, thank goodness. What a dreary existence *that * would be.
Yeah. That’s basically what I meant. I manage to be my own best friend and favorite television channel.
Could this be a litmus test for introverts vs. extroverts? Autoentertainment potential?
I do know an awful lot of people who should, technically speaking, be interesting. I’ve met RAF fighter pilots and people who were hunted by the KGB, people who spend nine months of the year doing research on Vanuatu or in Papua New Guinea. I know people who have infiltrated Hawaiian cults (hey, she’s having a party tomorrow night) and slummed it around the Middle East and one who owns a really hot NY restaurant and boy–the story of how he ended up doing that is interesting. For ten minutes. Many of these people genuinely are interesting (and many of them are genuinely the biggest bores in the room). All of these “interesting” adventures have absolutely nothing to do with how interesting the person actually is, and none of these people have a very wide overlap with the things that really fascinate me.
On the other hand, there is the kind of “interesting” that comes from always thinking about new things. I know a lot of people like this, too. Maybe they are technically interesting, but gosh… most of the things they think about, I find deathly boring. Sometimes, with luck, one meets one who is a storyteller and can make almost anything interesting. This kind of person is so endlessly entertaining to themselves, though (as I am to myself), that they aren’t really committed to entertaining other people. So they lose interestingness.
And it seems to me that it would be a dark, dreary world if I wasn’t so interesting.
Ugh. I feel like Bugs Bunny being a manicurist in that Sweetums cartoon–myyy I bet you’re an innnnn-trethting person.
