Stupid

My mom had me tested.

The word "gifted" was tossed around a lot.

I once thought I'd like to join Mensa.  Then I met some of the membership...  Passed the test though.

When I decided to toss my hat into the ring and be the Gamemaster instead of a player, I did so when I was 13 and I did it in the Commons at the Iowa State University Memorial Union.

I was playing Traveller.  Little Black Book Traveller.

My players were science fiction fans and college aged.

I held their interest.

They challenged my knowledge.

But I went from being the smartest kid in class to the dumbest person in the room.  Not least knowledgeable or most ignorant.  Dumbest.

2" cock at a porn shoot dumb.

Unlike Mensa, they were generous and patient and taught me.  I learned as I could.

More than once I noticed that they were intuitively making connections that I could only see after much careful consideration and calculation.

I find that I am no longer among those people.

But I now often notice that I am making connections that the people around me don't see.  I lack the patience to teach them how to make the connections on their own.

It's frustrating sometimes because I see the problems and their solutions so very clearly, but have no means to implement them.  I also see how their solutions to the problems will just breed more and worse problems than they solve.

It's frustrating to see the error made by others and not be able to explain how it was wrong; and worse demonstrate to others why.  At least in these cases, the errors eventually run their course and all is revealed in time.

It's why I have no regard for several people others hold in high esteem.  Once you've made the connection and seen them for what they are, the veil will not stick.