Stella called me a “genius” to my virtual face yesterday. Not once, but twice.
I know! Right? But what can you expect these days? Such things have become absolutely routine on the internet!
Routine to intolerably insult us decent folks by leaving off the “super” from “Super-genius”.
Anyway, I have quietly known I was not a genius — not a real genius — ever since back in ’03 when I fell for Dick Cheney’s transparent lie that we absolutely needed to invade Iraq in order to prevent the smoking gun of a nuclear mushroom cloud. I don’t think a genius could have fallen for that. Not any genius who already knew, as I did, that Dick liked to fib a little — about everything.
When I finally figured out how thoroughly a known liar had duped me, the truth I was not a genius clicked together in my head much more like the sound the hooves of draft horses make on pavement than the repairable clicking of a faulty car engine.
So yesterday, I got to thinking: “Not too often — not nearly often enough, in my humble opinion — but now and then someone isn’t teasing like Stella was when they call me a “genius”. But if that is so, what might it be about me that fools them?”
That’s when I got the crazy idea into my head that honesty might occassionally come across to us humans as genius.
You see, lies scare me. Scare me because nearly every trouble I ever brought upon myself is directly traceable to my lying to myself. Nearly every self-inflicted trouble started out with me lying to me. Hence, I have been frightened into being as honest as I can be — and still get away with it — and still avoid investigation by the Government as dangerously anti-social.
So what do you think? Can honesty come across as genius?
I myself really don’t know, but the question has its hooks into me now.