I remember the day that being smart became central to my identity. I was 9 years old, sitting in my fourth grade classroom, and I remember the lights were low. We were doing some kind of interactive activity with the TV. If I recall correctly, the TV asked a question that was a bit advanced for fourth graders. Nobody spoke but all the heads I could see turned toward me. In my memory their faces were all full of the same sort of innocent admiration. I don't remember if I had the answer or not. I just remember realizing "they all think I'm smart."
Love this, similar plight, always been a strange combo of very insightful, book smart, street smart, handsome, and extremely naive. Labels suck , especially ones with high definitions and expectations. Especially when people use them as your ID before you’ve fully embodied yourself. Been working for a decade to “dumb myself down” (wrong words, but lacking better terms) and I really like the thought I took from your concept, letting your smarts simply be emergent.
Love this, similar plight, always been a strange combo of very insightful, book smart, street smart, handsome, and extremely naive. Labels suck , especially ones with high definitions and expectations. Especially when people use them as your ID before you’ve fully embodied yourself. Been working for a decade to “dumb myself down” (wrong words, but lacking better terms) and I really like the thought I took from your concept, letting your smarts simply be emergent.