I don’t wanna play

As you all know, I have been pondering my lonely childhood lately (well, more so than usual, anyhow) and I believe that I have reached another signpost along the path towards solving the puzzle that is myself, and I figure it is time that I wrote down my conclusions before setting off for the next one.

Specifically, I have been wondering just why none of those attempts by other kids to befriend me…. took. They tried, they really did. But I just walked away. And what makes that worse is that nearly all of them were people on the fringe just like myself, kids stuck on the outside looking in, and still, I rejected them.

Why? Why did I do that? I can’t help but think the answer to that question will be very important for my recovery. So what was wrong with me that I couldn’t be reached at all?

I think I have the answer now. The reason nobody could befriend me was that I did not want to change. I have always been very strongly an individual and extremely stubborn, and that kept me from making the changes to myself that would have been required for me to learn to get along with my fellow kids and, as it were, meet them half way.

It’s not that I wasn’t trying. I was desperately lonely and really wanted a friend, someone I could have fun with and not be so alone. It’s not like I rejected these kids right away when they tried to befriend me. I tried to connected with them. But I lacked that vital bit of social IQ that tells you that you have to let a relationship change you in order to let it in.

And sure, there were unusually big obstacles. I had a lot of trouble relating to my peers because I just was not like them, especially in the first (and worst) four years of elementary school. The gap between me and them was far wider than with any two average kids. I had a much longer distance to bridge.

But still, I look back to then and I wonder just what was wrong with me. Would it have been that huge a sacrifice of self to let down my guard and join my fellow kids in their world? Sure, it might not have been as mentally stimulating as I liked, but I might nevertheless have learned a hell of a lot more about life that way.

But I was too ignorant to know that there were things I did not know, let alone to understand that there was a way I could learn it. I was so frozen inside and timid and shy that I did not even grasp that there was such a thing as a social world. My isolated life was all I had ever known. All my socializing had come through my siblings, and that was (I think) the vital ingredient that kept me from ending up yet another victim of Asperger’s Syndrone. That, and a few key teachers who hung in there long enough to relate to me at least a little.

Tragically, though, deep down I just plain did not “get it”. I earnestly wanted to get along, have friends, not have to be afraid of my fellow students any more, and basically be a real kid. But like I have said before, the idea of actively trying to fit in, of looking at what the other kids do and doing that, never occurred to me.

After all, why should I do what they do when what they do seems stupid and boring and pointless to me?

Seems like a logical enough statement… but pure logic is always in peril of falling into error because of that which the logician does not comprehend. There’s actually a million reasons I should have opened up to my fellow students and done what they did. I could have accelerated my own social development by leaps and bounds just by unbending enough to at least pretend to be a more normal sort of kid.

Answers can be logical, reasonable, plausible, and sensible, and still be completely and utterly wrong. If you expect everything to be logical and reject all that is not, you risk being trapped in your own ignorance.

Some people know and understand a lot more than you, but you will never learn from them if you never let them in. The adults around me as a kid, and even my fellow kids, might not have been as bright as me but that does not mean I could not have learned a hell of a lot from them, especially socially.

Intelligence is not omniscience, after all, no matter how smart you are.

Then, when I did finally get good friends in college, they were all socially defective nerds like me, so there was no chance of me learning what I needed to know from them.

If anything, I tended to have a slightly higher social IQ than them, which is a lot like being the tallest among pygmies.

So I was – and still am – trapped in my own frozen little bubble. Feeling like I am every so smart and that I know, see, and understand so much more than others. Even showing off my psychological insight and acumen, as if understanding people like they are bugs under glass or animals at a zoo is any kind of substitute for true human understanding.

Being a humanist does not make one human. I can understand how other people tick with extraordinary depth and clarity, but that doesn’t do me a bit of good when I am alone in a room full of strangers. My professors told me I had an extraordinary level of psychological insight and understanding, not to mention compassion, and yet I am still a lonely, frozen planet shooting through the interstellar void.

I could be your therapist. But I can’t be my own.

I hate these weeks with no therapy appointment.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

Are you an intellectual?

We intellectuals are a strange breed, and one of our foremost peculiarities is a tendency for neurotic self-doubt. Our restlessly inquisitive minds lead us to vistas unknown and give us wizard-like powers in the mental realm, but the other edge on that blade is that it leads us to doubt things that nobody else would even think of doubting.

One of those is whether or not we really are smart. The lack of relationship between intelligence and effectiveness in the world often leads us to question how smart we can be when we seem to have the damnedest time actually getting anything done, and the commonest solution to this conflict is to doubt whether we really are all that bright after all.

Smart is as smart does, after all.

In order to aid my fellow eggheads in their efforts to solve this problem by providing a more satisfactory way to measure one’s fitness for membership in the worldwide league of intellectuals, below you will find a list of some of the common characteristics I have observed while traveling in above-average IQ circles, and if you truly are one of us, I hope that you will find them comforting and reassuring.

As long as the following apply to you, you are an intellectual.

1. Intellectuals have a great deal of mental energy

Of all the common traits of intellectuals, the most defining is their abundance of mental energy. This surplus of mental energy is at the core of what it means to be an intellectual, and drives the rest of the characteristics that we will be discussing today. Deep inside the psyche of every intellectual, it is as if a switch had been thrown that diverts the lion’s share of bodily energies to the mental as opposed to the physical processes of the human body. This inherent prioritization automatically leads to a great deal of mental energy being produced, and whether it is expresses as a manic mental running and leaping about, or something more like a vast and stately mansion of the mind, it is this abundance that underlies it all.

This leads directly to our next observation :

2. Intellectuals are easily bored.

The vast surplus of mental energy with which an intellectual must deal on a day to day basis leads them to have an enormous appetite for mental stimulation, and when, as often is the case, this need is unmet, the result is often boredom. This boredom is particularly difficult to endure for the younger intellectuals, as they are both filled with youthful energy and as yet have not found their particular ways of satisfying their mental needs.

This mental restlessness leads to our next point :

3. Intellectuals are very curious.

Curiosity is, in a sense, the opposite of boredom. It causes intellectuals to explore, whether in their physical environment or the world of the mind. Curiosity takes passive boredom and turns it into an active search for that all important mental stimulation that absorbs that overflowing mental energy and keeps it from spilling over into boredom.

This curiosity leads to things like this :

4. Intellectuals love to learn for its own sake.

Learning new things is inherently pleasurable to intellectuals, and therefore requires no other goal or end. The subject matter has to be of interest to the intellectual, but otherwise the simple act of adding to their sum of knowledge about the subject and about the world is very enjoyable to an intellectual.

Similar to that :

5. Intellectuals love to think about things.

Processing all that learned information in order to integrate it into a larger picture of the subject or even the world is another thing that intellectuals enjoy. Their mental muscle allows them to process information on a deeper level, and this process itself leads to a specific kind of new knowledge, derived knowledge, so in effect it also provides the aforementioned pleasure of learning as well.

It is hardly surprising, then, that :

6. Intellectuals love to apply their minds

The richest and most rewarding form of mental stimulation for intellectuals is to apply their mental muscle to a problem, whether that is a head researcher trying to cure cancer or a high school teacher relaxing with a crossword puzzle. Puzzles and games are quite popular with intellectuals precisely because they can absorb all that thinking energy and give the intellectual something to keep the wild horses of their intellectual minds fully occupied, leaving the rest of their consciousness time to rest.

Intellectuals are as human as anyone else, though, and they don’t operate in a social vacuum, so :

7. Intellectuals like to show off and be praised for their mental abilities.

Even the most bookish and mild-mannered intellectual still seeks a spotlight under which they can shine. Nearly every intellectual got praised for their intellect for at least part of their school life, and that leaves a strong impression on intellectuals during some highly formative years. So whether or not they are conscious of it, all intellectuals crave that experience of being valued and rewarded purely for showing of how bright they were again.

And finally, as we are dealing with social issues :

8. Intellectuals, as a group, tend to have a lower than average social IQ

The thing about intellectuals is that whatever their specialty, their talents, or their interests, all of their abilities come from a core set of extremely powerful abstract reasoning tools. Complex recall, pattern recognition, anomaly detection, symbolic logic, and so forth all allow for an amazing ability to do a wide variety of things.

But they are all based on the same circuit of the brain, the cold and calculating one. And there is another circuit, the warm empathetic one, and that is the one all social skills are derived from.

So by strongly emphasizing the calculation circuit, an intellectual diverts resources from the social circuit, and this makes it hard for them to understand the nuances of social reality.

I hope this little guide has given you some kind of understanding of all that you share in common with your fellow intellectuals, and given you some peace of mind about your place among them.

I will talk to all you nice people later.

Never tell him he’s smart

Some of you might have heard of Khan Academy. It’s a rather marvelous website that got started when its founder, Salman Khan, made some videos to help his young cousins with their studies.

The kids loved them, so Khan made more, and more, until it snowballed into an amazing website with dozens of contributors creating hundreds of hours of engaging videos on every subject known to humanity.

They even have a motto for their movement to make education not just free but awesome for everybody : You Can Learn Anything!

I signed up for said website, and hence I get its newsletter. The latest newsletter had a rather attention grabbing deadline: “Why I Will Never Tell My Son He’s Smart”.

Sounds pretty awful, doesn’t it? Like some kind of testosterone laden Dragon Mother bullshit. But that is not the sort of thing that fits with my image of Khan Academy, and so I read on.

Turns out, what the author means is that he reserves his highest praise not for when his children excel at things they are good at, but when they apply themselves to something that does not come easily to them and, through perseverance, improve themselves in that area.

In other words, you get the most praise not for turning an A into an A+, but for turning a C into a B.

Once I got over the shock of this novel idea, I realizes what a profoundly superior scheme that is. Learning to overcome obstacles is one of the most live-improving skills a person can have. To someone who is confident that they can overcome obstacles, the world is at their command. They are not stuck in the rut of trying to only do the things they are good at. They can go wherever they want in life without having to worry about whether it requires something they are “good” at.

From this point of view, the very concept of aptitudes comes into question. Perseverance is the meta-aptitude that unlocks all the rest. If you learn that you can learn whatever you need to learn to accomplish your goals, then you are unstoppable.

That’s why you have so many stories of successful entrepreneurs who dropped out of high school. They realized that if they just applied themselves, they didn’t need to be the smartest or the most gifted.

They were the most persistent, and that’s why they the high school dropouts ended up rich and powerful while the straight A students ended up working for them.

If I had been educated like that, it would have vastly improved my character. One of my main problems as a kid (a problem, I admit, a lot of people would have loved to have) was that it was all too easy. The schoolwork offered no challenge to me, and so I never had to learn to overcome difficulties because for me, there were no difficulties.

Being unable to challenge your gifted students does not merely leave them bored. It leaves them weak.

Admittedly, getting me to try things that did not come naturally to me would have been difficult. I was ferociously stubborn and could out-think my teachers ten times over. It would have taken someone with a very strong will and oodles of patience to convince me to just keep trying at things I found difficult, like arts and crafts, or gym, until I got it right.

Jesus, I was a difficult kid.

Still, the point remains that I could have benefited greatly from an obstacle based education. It would have both challenged me and led me to develop that all important perseverance muscle that I lack to this very day.

I have a lot of trouble sticking with things, and following through on them. I give up things far, far too easily. The moment something becomes tricky or scary or work, I tend to give up. This is especially true if it is something that will only benefit myself, or that only involves myself.

If it involves others, then my strong desire not to let them down and to do my part will keep me motivated. But if it’s just me? Well, who does my giving up hurt? Only me.

And honestly, who cares about me? Not me.

And it’s not just me. I have seen the same sort of weakness of spirit in dozens of my fellow intellectually gifted people. People who have oodles of intelligence and therefore oodles of potential, but there is some vital ingredient missing between them and the things they theoretically can do, and so they end up lost in society’s wastelands.

People with excellent marks that lead to brilliant academic degrees…. only to have them give up faced with even the thought of competing with many similar people for scarce slots in a master’s program. People with amazing programming skills who nevertheless can’t keep a job doing it, or even finish their own projects, because they flee at the slightest sign of pressure. Even people with full doctorates who end up as Starbucks baristas because they can’t face the scramble for professorships.

What is this malaise? It’s more than a lack of confidence. It might seem like you have to be a tower of confidence to overcome these obstacles, but you don’t.

You just have to keep going. You just have to have faith that you will make it there as long as you don’t give up. And you get this faith by overcoming obstacles.

Start slow. Start with something that isn’t very important that only seems sort of hard. Once you overcome that, try for something a little tougher. Work that perseverance muscle just a little bit each day, till it is strong and powerful and you are no longer locked in the box of being only able to do what comes easily to you.

There is a world of possibilities out there. Name it, and you can have it. You just have to hang in there and not immediately give up in favour of something more immediately rewarding.

Learn to hang on.

I will be with you, learning too.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

A letter from slumberland

Holy geez was this a whopper of a Sleepy Day.

I’ve done the math, and I slept a total of fourteen hours today. The only break was when I woke up around noon as a half-asleep zombie to put some food in my face before going right back to sleep.

I was so sleepy, I forgot to take my morning meds. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I take all my psych meds in the morning, and those are the most important meds to my mental well-being.

And face it, there is no point in being physically happy when you are mentally miserable.

So as you can imagine, it was not a particularly eventful day. I slept, I ate, I slept some more. When I finally manages to truly wake up at around 4:30 pm, I felt like I was finally creeping out from under a rock. These sleepy periods of mine really do make me feel squashed flat. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it has something to do with my need to sleep on my front.

But now I have 14 hours of sleep, a decent supper of baked beans on toast with an orange and some NSA cookies, and a liter of diet cola behind me, I feel a lot better. Not necessarily wonderful or even back to what I laughably call “normal”, but I at least feel human, and that’s a marvelous improvement.

In other news, I am pleased with myself because I told Joe that I wanted to go to Costco with him and Julian next time we went, then made sure to be ready to go at the right time, and then went with them, and then spend a significant (to me) chunk of cash buying healthy-type food when I was there.

Any of those steps was a potential failure point. I might have never said anything, or said it but chickened out at the last minute, or gone but not spent anything, but no. Mission accomplished! Yay me!

I bought three things. One was a three-pack of English cucumbers (the long skinny kind) for three bucks, which is a buck a cucumber and usually you can get them cheaper than that,but what the heck. I love cucumber, and that cuke is going to be the source of many a tasty cucumber, bacon, and mayo sandwich in the future.

My mouth is watering just at the thought of it. Mmmm.

Growing up, we only had the other kind of cucumber. The shorter, thicker, fatter ones. The standard cucumber, in my view. When I first came across an English cucumber (or, more properly, the European cucumber), I thought it was a standard cucumber to which something extremely bad had happened.

I still feel that way sometimes, to be honest.

But they taste just the same as the standard, and so unless you need big slices of cucumber for something, they are more or less the same thing.

The other two things were an eight-pack of cans of baked beans and an eight pack of cans of chicken soup.

The baked beans are your bog-standard baked beans you can get anywhere. But the soups are from Campbell’s “County “Kitchen”, which is funny because half of them have quinoa (pronounced ‘kee no wa’, apparently) in the and I am pretty sure that down home country kitchens are not up on the latest trendy ancient grains.

Depends on what country your country kitchen is in, I suppose. I mean, the stuff came from South America in the first place. Presumably, there are lots of country kitchens with big jars of quinoa there!

So I am finally getting around to trying quinoa. I assume it is not as trendy as it used to be if it has made it all the way into Campbell’s soups already. Hell, I think Denny’s has a quinoa salad now, and Denny’s had got to be the Reader’s Digest of food trends, in that once it is there, it has lost all of its coolness points.

Not that I am slagging Denny’s. I love it there. But part of what I love about it is how unpretentious it is. I am always the most comfortable at low-pressure, low-status, down-home kinds of restaurants. Any place where they are overtly trying to tell you how you should feel about yourself for eating there is too high-falutin’ for me.

I do, at most, middle-falutin’.

Now where was I… oh right. I am pleased with myself because I went and got the kind of foods I wanted. The kind of foods that will make my meals tastier, more satisfying, and healthier all at once. I eat way too many PBNJs and way too much junk food. I plan on improving my nutrition by buying better stuff and spending more on healthy grocery based meals instead of far more expensive restaurant based meals.

I mean, the three things I got at Costco will be the centerpiece of like twenty meals, and all for the cost of one restaurant meal. It just makes sense.

In order to buy the stuff, though, I had to borrow substantially from next week’s budget, meaning I will be going into next week with $65 instead of the usual $90. Yipes.

Oh well, it is totally worth it. Better food is a better investment than nearly anything else, after all.

Oh, and one last thing…. I will be getting the CT scan on my umbilical hernia area tomorrow. I am quite happy about it, because CT scans are non-invasive and also do not require me to be entombed within an MRI machine, so the procedure should not be unduly unpleasant, and on the plus side, it gives me a feeling that progress is being made on that front.

I am really hoping that the thing can just be patched up endoscopically and so it will be a minimum amount of hospital time invested in a new, better me.

Who knows, maybe this will fix some of my digestive issues.

That’s all for me for today, folks. I will talk to you again tomorrow.

The light of morning

So what is the average world citizen to do against the heart of darkness?

You have to be willing to sacrifice some of your innocence in order to remain open to believing that humanity’s dark side knows no bound, and that where the conditions for evil exist, it will inevitably occur. Like an open wound becoming infected, the body politic is always vulnerable to the temptations and dark desires of those given power without an equal degree of accountability.

That sort of morally compromising position can exist anywhere, at any level of society. It can be as simple as a single parent abusing their child with nobody around to witness it, or as complex as as entire world governments being beholden to the rich and powerful because they have accepted so much cash and favours from them.

Thus is our human instinct for reciprocity, the desire to do good things for people who have done good things to us, twisted to serve the amoral desires of the rich and powerful.

Luckily, most of this sacrifice of innocence has been done for us. It was not an easy task and the job is not yet completely, but we have all had to learn about things like domestic abuse, genocide, people who prey on children, wretched poverty, and dozens of other ways in which life is nothing like the Ozzie and Harriet worldview that now seems hopelessly childish.

We are an older but wiser people in today’s world.

Along with the willingness to sacrifice a portion of one’s innocence, the darkness also requires a dedication to tight vigilance of those who wish to fight it. We must be able to direct our attention to those in power and let them know that they are being watched and no longer operate under a cloak of darkness.

Keeping our eyes on those in power is not easy. The first thing anyone does with power is use it to make sure they get to keep their power, and that inevitably leads to hiding what they do from all prying eyes, including those of the people who are explicitly tasked with keeping them in line. Power, as we all know, goes to people’s heads, and people who were perfectly normal citizens before they got power can turn into paranoid tyrants in a shockingly short amount of time.

They have power, and thus, the means to hide what they do with it. But we the people have time, patience, intelligence, and most of all, numbers.

It doesn’t take a huge percentage of us to track everything those in power do. And there are many ways to deduce what is not explicitly revealed. If we are willing to tear ourselves away from all the wondrous distractions the corporate world has provided for us to fixate upon and just spare a little time to scrutinize those in power who are NOT celebrities, we could bring much needed accountability to the power structures of the world.

And then, there is the issue of whistleblowers.

The world desperately needs whistleblowers. A lot of times, it is only those people on the inside who are willing to, in effect, defect to the outside world who can take down large and well organized evil. Often it is only those inside the operation but considered too unimportant to bother keeping secrets from who are in a position to take the giant down from the inside.

But I do not claim that becoming a whistleblower is easy. This is why there are so few of them. Often, it means sacrificing your entire current life, including your financial stability and your safety, just to speak up for a moral principle. It means leaving behind the world you knew and entering a colder, harsher, more anxious one where people in power are using every means at their disposal to discredit, degrade, and destroy you. You have to be willing to turn on all your co-workers and your boss, not to mention the organization that has been paying you for however many years. You have to be willing to shoot your arrow at the giant’s eyes, and flee before he falls, leaving everyone else you know at work to their own devices.

None of that is easy, especially if you have obligations outside yourself, like a spouse, children, elderly grandparents,and so forth and so on. Sure, you might find the corruption and abuse you see all around you intolerable, but what about them? What right to you have to disrupt their lives?

The only solution to this that I can see is if someone with wealth and power of their own takes up the cause of protecting and supporting the brave whistleblowers who are willing to step out into the cold. Someone with enough power of their own to face down all the other rich and powerful people who want the whistleblower’s head on a platter and will call them a class traitor to their face for sheltering them.

So in a way, the rich person must become a whistleblower themselves.

We can bring accountability to these out of control moral imbeciles who we have somehow allowed to access the lever of power, but it will cost us. It will cost us our time, our addicting distractions, our attention, our lifestyles, and maybe even our jobs.

But we are legion, and they are a tiny minority who only wield the power they do because the systems to keep them in check have been allowed by weak and corrupt leadership to be eroded away to nothing.

We the people are still in charge, if only we unite against them. No regime in history has ever been able to stay in power if the people unite against them in sufficient numbers. The politicians and governments of the world need to be told, in no uncertain terms, that they can only survive if they rein in the rich and power and restore law and order to the top income tier.

Only then will we take back our democracy.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.