The world of full of wonders and surprises. Wonders that may paint an astounding look on your face. Surprise you everyday like on a festive eve.
Or it is? Now, this is what I notice. I would but say that this not to offend someone or to judge to be precise. But I, for peculiar reason, cannot stop, sit and ponder. “Why everyone around me is so stupid? Or I really have something special?”
For a moment, I swear I was delighted. “I am an intelligent creature!” but later, in fact much later when I got used to my illusion, I realized that how foolish I was to even fancy that!“I am not born with a genius mind! The people around me just don’t measure up!” If only I walk out doors a little there are dozens and dozens who are much better. And probably with geniuses in them. I see them all the time when I am just a little far away from my staying place.
But how does it connect to the world not being so wondrous? Well, to answer that let’s go back to childhood. When children, we are so full of questions and doubts about the world. When elders or parents tell us anything we would just be jaw-dropped. But only a few years in school and in later adolescence, this box starts to unravel. And here I am not impressed with anything. Nothing surprises you anymore when you’re 30, 40 or 60.
But newer technologies would still surprise older people not younger. “Mamma… you don’t know how to back-up your account! Just… how?” And my judgement would flow like a stream of water.
But you see the story doesn’t end here. You would find people of your own age being… idiots. Girls and boys when they gather around me and not me they talk to but to each other and I would (try hard not to) but end up eves-dropping, the most trivial issues, baseless gibberish would suffocate my ears. I would sometimes tell them the most obvious solutions and they would call me a philosopher. A philosopher! Yes!
There and then I think “You actually didn’t think of this? Just… how?” But only after walking few more steps I become just a baseline of smartness. So my pride is never really satisfied. I never anchor on my self-concept. You cannot truly but I don’t even win a false sense of stability.
The childhood me was at least surprised. Now, I am only surprised that on one really surprise me. I have seen a diversity of people. And in such a small time lapse. Of course, being oblivion to things is also a boon rather than something to laugh about. Idiots are always so happy. They don’t find too much to debate on, to think over and feel agitated of the oblivion of people to probably the most obvious things in life.
I conclude- It is easy to impress dumb people.
