I had an unusual evening the other night. Oddly enough it was somewhat familiar but then altogether alien. See I took the wife out dancing at a club in Inglewood. I almost never do that. I'm sure we've been out, but we haven't been in quite this environment in a very long time. In fact, the last time it happened, I wrote about it too. Dancing with Sluts. The good thing was that this was a much classier crowd than the last time, the bad thing was because I happen to be on meds, I couldn't drink any alcohol. So despite the fact that I got my slow dance on and had a very enjoyable time, I fell into alien observation mode.
Tonight was a surprise party for Sis, and I wasn't satisfied until I had chatted up everyone in the room. I work rooms. One way or another, I can be ravenous. The discussion finally came to movies, and for the second time in a week I was informed that it's not bloody likely that everybody is going to get all my obscure movie references. I'm nowhere near Dennis Miller, but I didn't miss much from MST 3000. Miller the other day said that uncomfortable silences make him very nervous. For me, they are just cues to think in another tangent. And so I've been thinking about what puts me into that alien observation mode and reconciling my personality to my intellect.
I have number of outstanding traits. I can focus to the edge of Aspberger's symptoms. I have a fairly large ego, and I'm preternaturally curious to explain the universe. Put those three things together and you can understand me - well, I just did tonight which is why I'm writing this piece. So I'm likely to watch all the movies, read all the books, ingest all the news, but then focus and digest on a particular subject, then regurgitate it in my style and make you acknowledge that I have given you a better take on whatever that subject is than you yourself could have. So it stands to reason that I am in the business software business. I build systems to help you know what you need to know and I make you pay me.
Uhm. That's it.
I think this is the thing that makes me annoying. The thing that keeps me from getting invited to certain soirees .. I don't know. But what I do know is that I used to believe that the intelligent people inherited the earth. And I'm fortunate to have an ego. Simply being intelligent makes you likely to stop and try to pick the right word. You ignore the 80/20 rule. You get slowed down by your need to deliberate to perfection - perfection being the enemy of good decisions.
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