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Oh your a math teacher

Did you miss the "joke" part?


I'm not really a spelling nazi. If I were I'd correct "your" to "you're"

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Maybe it's not your brain they want to tweak!

I completely agree with you. If you can't stimulate my mind, all the looks, money, etc doesn't mean a thing.

Intelligence doesn't mean to shove it down your throat... "I'm smarter than you". I also know plenty of people that are book smart, but common sense eludes them!

Don't presume to know anything about me

Well said

Yea well leave my spelling alone have a good one man

No of course not, that's silly, it's only a curse if you and her can't find things to talk about...

This is like a big thing for me, but most of my life, beng smart is all I really was stand-out proud of. I never was too handsome and don;t care for sports and stuff. Good genes and I study hard on techncally difficult things to this day...every day. My work has always been fixing highly technical issues and I'm good at that.

But it's a curse to think you know too much, or especially more than most around you, without being humble. I'm learning that slowly but surely. No matter if save someone a million dollars with a homemade two dollar part, if you make them feel stupid, they'll never call you back. Ad in a relationship, you just gotta suck it up and say "Oh yeah baby! You're right!"...eve if she's dead wrong.

One of these days, I'll learn.

It's funny how the smartest people can be so stupid at times...myself especially.

OK, I'm outta here. Gotta go cook something healthy to eat. Anyone know how to bake chicken??? lol

In my experience, it's a hindrance. People seem to be drawn to it, up to a point. But the fascination wears off quickly once the intellectual discrepancy becomes more and more apparent.

Ohhh yes, the topic.

Dumb men are repulsive to me romantically. Smart is the way to my heart. How can I be with someone who isn't intelligent, who can't share what he knows and want to learn what I know? How do we grow together and what the heck would we talk about? Tractors????

REAL intelligence can never be a curse.

LACK of it, one of the biggest curse's I see; for EVERYTHING.

Yeah, that's the thing that pretty much consistently sinks my relationship-metaphor battleship.

It's all about communication.

And I've noticed that most people run out of things to talk about pretty quickly.

Back when I was studying psychology, one of the instructors made the observation that "Most people's favorite topic for discussion is themselves." I've found that to be generally true. So, when I run into people who can't even generate a decent discussion about theselves, their own lives, their hopes and dreams and fears and wishes and likes and dislikes and history and family, etc., it makes me wonder about how much is really in there to work with.

Sometimes "I don't know what to write here" isn't just an evasion -- it's a confession.

Emotional intelligence, experiential intelligence are by far more valued in a relationship than IQ...

I am intelligent.... life intelligence, insightful intelligence, worldly intelligence....emotional intelligence, all of it.

it is the ONLY form of relationship I can have.

I've been known to say the only surefire way to offend me is to insult my intelligence.

Heck, Cowboy Cop did it.... that crashed and burned. It was funny, I suggested he was only contacting me as he had yet to find anyone else and I got reamed for knowing such and daring to question his motives....

Two Kinds of Intelligence


There are two kinds of intelligence:

One acquired,
as a child in school

memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from
what the teacher says,

collecting information
from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.


With such intelligence
you rise in the world.

You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence
in retaining information.

You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge,
getting always more marks
on your preserving tablets.


There is another kind of tablet,
one already completed
and preserved inside you.

A spring overflowing its springbox.

A freshness in the center of the chest.

This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate.

It's fluid,
and it doesn't move
from outside to inside
through conduits of plumbing-learning.


This second knowing
is a fountainhead from within you,
moving out.

No wonder

I forget....

Is it birds of feather flock, together....

or


Opposites attract....

??


Me....I like the smart ones...because we all know the largest sexual organ in the human body is the brain......

When “intelligence” is used to compare one’s self as better than another, the one doing the comparing curses them self… Isolating them self further and further into a personal hell of disconnection. The more one works to prove them self as “right” and the other as "wrong", the more painful the separation.

When "intelligence" is drawn on for sight and love of others (seeing all as equal)…
…Blessing