I’m not a genius, but I was what some might have called a ‘child prodigy’ (but not so far as Wunderkind). As far as I remember, I was made to read a book to the rest of the children (who couldn’t read, at least certainly not fluidly) on the first day of Reception, and to demonstrate writing. I don’t know what this was supposed to do for me, but it basically marked me out as a “freak” and I lived with that identity for next 8 years I suppose.
I found most of the games the other kids played to be boring, pointless and random, but I joined in sometimes just so I could “be involved”. Needless to say, no-one really ‘got it’, when we were 10 and playing the memory game “I went to market and bought…” or “In my Uncle’s trunk…” and my ‘item’ was two-hundred-and-fifty-six-megabytes-of-dual-in-line-memory-module-double-data-rate-synchronous-dynamic-random-access-memory… I suppose I didn’t ‘get it’, I thought the point of the game was to make it as difficult as you possibly can =]
My favourite ‘toys’ were pretty much Lego, building myself computers and, well, massive reference books. Needless to say, I loved the internet.
Then, when I was about 12 or 13, my teacher told me that I could already pass my GCSEs (school-leavers exam at 16) and I thought, wait a minute, all that hard work (which I’d enjoyed anyway) has suddenly just seriously paid off, and I spent the next three or four years completely pissing around at school and just ace-ing all the exams. From about 15 I started smoking ganja and drinking, at a LOT of mad parties in houses, abandoned buildings or just in the middle of nowhere… gave some fraud and ‘confidence-trickery’ a go, just for the kicks, ended up doing way too many experimental drugs, but in the end dropped some acid, saw my self-destructive behaviours for what they were, straightened my head out and got ‘accepted’ by some of the best universities in the country.
So that probably nerfed my IQ somewhat (I am still about 1/100, but certainly as a child it was more like 1/250, but of course it is based on age, so perhaps I was merely an early bloomer).
Anyway, I rejected the really academically prestigious universities, as I now do not like the academically-obsessive. That probably means it’ll be a while before I meet any true geniuses, but maybe I’ll do some post-grad at Cambridge, eh?
Now I just used my talents to laze around the whole year before learning everything in two days before each exam. I definitely have a different way of understanding the abstract concepts, compared with my friends. They like to memorize rules and techniques, whereas I like to simply think over the fundamentals and mechanics of things for HOURS, and then answer the questions by intuition or ‘thinking about it’. My friends are much quicker to answer, when they’ve LEARNED the answer, but they seem to get stuck when things don’t match the example they read. I think the words are ‘fluid’ and ‘crystal’.
So, I find life a lot easier now I actively try to be lazy. Maybe that’s sad, but I enjoy being able to be “First” degree standard, without working my arse off. And that’s enough. I honestly don’t want to be that ‘freak’ kid again. I think many geniuses feel so isolated, because, to everyone else, ‘genius’ is their identity, and so they devote everything to that. And maybe for them that’s rewarding, but for me… I just want to be a ‘person’.
Don’t get me wrong, I love to be a smart-arse, but that time of being on completely another level to everyone else was just not psychologically healthy. Maybe the education system is somewhat to blame (I definitely should’ve been doing what I’m doing now 5 years ago), but either way, that experience gives me some idea of what geniuses perhaps cannot escape from.
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