It feels good to say I’m smart. It also feels bad. There are a lot of threads in the tapestry of my life tied to that particular warp string.
On one hand, I feel like a fraud. I was mediocre at best in school, according to my grades. Graduated top of the lower half of my class in school, dropped out of college after a single semester, and have since been divorced once, married twice, and don’t work nor have children.
Not a strong argument for my being smart, huh?