It's like a very intense self existential crisis all the time, although it wears with age. You can do math fast, you daydream a lot and run deep on many mental tangents that for the most part you've learned to suppress explaining to other people, because it's like 15 steps removed from where the current conversation is.

From my experience, intelligence matters less than diligence. And contrary to popular belief, I think high diligence is also genetic talent. Having said that, I don't think my intelligence is all that useful considering I have low diligence.

Lonely

I don't know, it's fine.

posting this anonymous. Most people tell me I'm the smartest person they've ever met, which makes me sad rather than happy. People reference my 'mind' as if it were another person. I feel pretty lonely most of the time, and though dating isn't that hard for me, finding an equal partner is very difficult.

It feels like I have these facts in my head, but by some trick I've conceived of, when I tell them to others, they are bewildered. To me it seems like I just read more, like if they had read what I've read, they would be the same. But they are never the same.