So, in conclusion, I’m not that smart, I’m just lucky to value the same type of intelligence as wider society, very deliberate about the contexts I move in and who I spend time with, and determined to think even when it’s really annoying (and sometimes when it’s self-destructive). But if you ask me to argue without preparation or formulate a viewpoint without others to bounce ideas off, I’ll need a bit of a sit-down. I have to actively switch on emotional-intelligence mode, I hate working in a group, and in certain contexts I’ll always be the weird one in the corner copy-editing the pub menu.
My lovely friend, however, as well as having a degree, is creative, compassionate, reflective, and smarter than most of the people around her. It’s no contest, really.
I.e. I can only think by pontificating to others – in case you needed evidence that I’m academic. ↩
Seriously, I wrote 95% of this blog post a month ago, and have spent the time since re-reading Pratchett to try to find the quote. It’s been a good month. ↩
It’s only recently that I’ve realised that MAXIMUM THINKING isn’t always the right choice for mental health. Don’t think too much, kids – you’ll regret it later in life. ↩