I use to seek my own space, I didn’t feel comfortable sharing my privacy, but I grew up, I grew out of my old jeans, I leaned how others think, I always am thinking I am always pondering deeply but try not to over think things.
I have learned how to love myself, I can’t help someone else if I don’t help myself first. That was the hardest thing for me to expect because I am a nice person and I felt obligated.
Higher intelligence doesn’t mean happier, or I have more opportunities, sometimes it can be depressing boring and confusing, I find it hard to relate to others because it’s rare to have a higher IQ. I just use my manners.
Ignorance is bliss, yes it is. I grew up in fear of life slowly dying because I knew it was.
I am not ashamed to say my intelligence is higher than average but I will not boast about it, there is nothing special about understanding how the world turns it can invoke fear, anxiety, and pain.
I understand that I make mistakes that I am a fool and I can do better if I work for it.
I am prone to stay up late thinking about everything I want to finish. That’s why I don’t like to leave my projects unfinished.
I am intelligent enough to know I am a fool living in a fools society.