Feels like the Twilight Zone to me. This is completely beyond my experience. I have never had to dumb myself down. Maybe it’s because I’m a guy. I would guess that a smart guy is less likely to be dunned in some way because he exhibits an expanded capacity for multisyllabic witticisms. But I’ve read many a story where smart boys got in trouble—mostly because they grew up in poor or working class neighborhoods.
It seems that the signs of intelligence are symbols of class that draws trouble both across class lines and gender lines. I grew up in a college town, so half the kids were professor’s kids (as was I), and being smart was revered and appreciated. Being on the debate team or in chess club were things that people were admired for (at least, I admired them), not teased about, as far as I know.
We had our share dumb kids, who, in my town, happened to be mostly of Polish extraction. They were farmer’s kids. I didn’t understand much about this growing up. I just knew they were the rough kids and the bullies, and I made sure to make them my friends instead of becoming bullied. I’m not sure exactly how I did this, but it did keep me out of certain kinds of trouble in middle school. I never got in a fight. I never got beat up. I think I was also able to protect some other kids from my “friend’s” ire.
I still do that to this day. I make friends with the strongest personality instead of trying to compete with them. Then I help other people understand them. I protect them from their worst instincts and I explain them to others. I don’t know quite why I seem to have a talent for this.
In my family, it was important to be smart. But I never felt very smart. My parents never told me I was smart. Nor did they ever give me the impression I had any talents worth noting.
Fluther has been nice in that respect since a couple of people in the years I’ve been here have said something about me being intelligent. But I tend to reject the notion of intelligence as a matter of philosophy. I don’t know what intelligence tests measure. I don’t know what intelligence means.
Frankly, I think it is a class thing. And this whole discussion feels like a discussion about class, and it sounds like people are patting themselves on their own backs in a back-handed kind of way. Sort of a Kline bottle of self appreciation. It makes me feel kind of icky. Like what is really going on here? Are people bragging about how they have had to dumb themselves down? Or are they bonding? Or both?
And if this is a legitimate phenomenon, then what does it mean? Is it a sign the people have to normalize themselves in order to get along in society? Really? If so, how come I never had to normalize myself?
Don’t get me wrong. There were many times when I wished I was more popular. And maybe I never understood the problem was my attitude. I thought I looked ugly or I was just too uncool, or didn’t like the right music, or was shy and lacked confidence, or didn’t know what to say to girls.
Then again, maybe I was just slow. A slow developer, socially. Slow learner, socially. Maybe it just took me a while to find a way to be a “man” in a way that could appeal to the kind of women I like (which happens to be the smartest women).
I hate the idea of a woman dumbing herself down. I want a woman who can teach me something. I love listening to women I respect and love and admire. I love the kind of wisdom that I find women to exhibit more often than men do. Frankly, I wish women would run the world.
Of course, I’m a lazy little fuck and all I want to do in life is be a sex toy. Unfortunately, most serious women want a serious relationship, not a boy toy. So that plan was kind of dead on arrival.
Hmmm. Did I just dumb myself down? Well, if I did, there is definitely method to my madness. But my messages are very complex and go in several different directions at once. Or so I’d like to believe. Shit! I think I’m going to give myself a headache trying to figure out what I just said. And that would ruin the mystery for anyone else who wants to work it out themselves. I am marvelously subtle, I am!~ Or not. But somewhere out there, I bet there is someone who sees it all.
I find that the people you are really talking to are the ones who understand. Car 54, where are you?