I will report the excitement of the last few days of relative freedom- of course I remind myself now to switch from the negative to create a new habit, and this is when there isn't that much wrong to focus on besides a bit of isolation. Besides my usual weekly visitor on Tuesday it's just been me the rest of the time, and with all the major jobs now complete (just an eye test and car service to get done now) can relax with good teeth and enough tablets for some time. The magazine I had to stall as my article went to the new people now has an article I wrote for them and hope they like it.
As it was just on I may as well mention the second TV programme about child genius, the followup after 5 years. If there was no other opportunity to mention it this would be it, as it reminded me so much of my own childhood. I had exactly the same route through playing up at school, being sent to the psychologist and having an impressive IQ. I think all I gained from it was knowing I was sane and clever. A couple of years ago Mensa changed their rules to allow outside tests at any time but my letter (if there ever was one) was long gone. Apart from having to drop the master's degree I think I've more or less fulfilled any potential now, having 40 or so years to see what happened since. And I'm glad I've followed my parents in a variety of areas- law art and music as well as my own as a therapist. And high intelligence appears to stifle social skills so should explain the absence of ability with women. Basically if I like them I do whatever puts them off but if not interested they all want to marry me, all or nothing. I have to fix that before I end up with nothing.
I've still got nothing else planned at the moment, am looking forward to the American elections (first time ever I've taken any notice) as their result is going to send a message to the world either outcome. Not long to go now. It is always nice to have something to look forward to, many are uncertain of course but something on the horizon. I have the usual sort of routine planned out for when I'm free like everyone else on their own as we can't just sit and talk to someone when we're not busy. If the weather's good I usually go for a walk in a park somewhere with the camera if no specific photos to take, and then get on with things at home when I get back whether online or housework related. I did of course see my grandma once or twice a week till last year but 99 years is a pretty good run and couldn't have lasted all my own life obviously. Combined with the main friends lost to the colonies in 2002 and the girlfriend lost to the loony bin soon after that gap has never been adequately filled. Not a complaint for complaint watchers, just descriptive.
And forget about work. For the people who didn't read my job search entry that basically ended some years ago after walking along numerous town centres looking for job notices in windows and dropping off my CV. Bugger all. I was happy to work then as long as part time (all I got since I left college so totally used to it and no more) and even before then the only reason I did work part time was no one employed me full time when I applied. Then I got health problems that made any thought of a job like running a marathon for Douglas Bader (OK, he probably would have on false legs but that's why he got a medal), and as I can manage without more than the work I do from home have no need to start looking again although always seeing if I can add to that amount in any way. But it does leave far more time to occupy usefully and although I do my best after a certain period you do suddenly notice it's very quiet and you can't think of anything particular to do. I must remember that's usually when I meditate as that's what really fixes things better than any other, although seeing any results is another story I have to say.
I don't think I've missed anything else, I've been out in the rain on Tuesday, did some local photos yesterday and went out on the bike today. The spare room is nearly as it should be now and if I can find somewhere for the spare mattress can then make the bed up again. Nothing special but maybe getting more done than I realise?
Showing posts with label intelligence. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Seeing the obvious?
In one of the few private sessions I had with a teacher he told me to see life as a soap opera. Not very profound I thought, but maybe did mean to watch it all as an observer as there's nothing I can do to change it as it's been written already. It does seem that way sometimes. With my clients with actual outside problems like illness, bereavement or disability which aren't of their own creation in any way it's a different ballgame from the usual confused ones. They are routine, but for people who can't change anything firstly few actually see them as an issue as most people accept their situation automatically. They go off on other tangents which I can work with, but if was just their fixed part could only say to do what they are able to, not focus on the problem, think of any activity they may have missed and try and lighten the situation in any way I can.
So for my own situation if I had someone else with it I could only check those points and do little more. I can't cure things in people's lives, no one can except reportedly Jesus, whereas Buddha who came first taught people to accept things exactly as they were at the time. A high aim but one I believe is possible. Till then we can only make the best of it. The typical game of pontoon, do we stick on 17 or bust? Do we take the only decent offer we've had for years and be stuck/content with it or wait for possible nothing better? I think these answer themselves over time, I've lost a few good ones in the past when too green to know what to do, but that's a long time back. I know a good chance when I see it now and if only passable rather than ideal is a big compromise to take which in the female department would not be doing myself justice and would still be looking elsewhere which is not a good idea.
So if I'm given a task I will carry it out sooner or later, and later if it takes time to assimilate. I hope like the better soap operas this one will become more interesting and work out some of its bugs to decent conclusions. I think most do sooner or later, and the other benefit of soaps is the issues don't actually affect you. That must be another point he meant, although these carbon taxes do reduce my bank account although not in any effective way (so far). And knowing the number of liars, cheats and utter morons out there doesn't help either as they get on my nerves whenever they open their mouths in public or to me directly. I honestly didn't realise the collective IQ was so poor, each time the IPCC or some cunt who is paid to tell stories gets caught yet again they all say it doesn't affect the science. Now if the science was good you wouldn't have people cheating to present the case would you? IQ failure every bloody time.
So as I didn't spend three years studying law for nothing I can use the degree to say that whatever people's knowledge of their own profession it's always limited by their own capabilities. So when 99.9% of a profession believes the cause of stomach ulcers while one doctor doesn't, the minority just has more ability than the rest. So we have one Hungarian climatologist who has shown from current measurements (not computerised guessing machines) that CO2 can't raise the temperature, gets a peer review and that's it. Ignored. The majority (97% consensus if you believe the small sample claim of the leaders) couldn't work it out as a couple said 'it's not clear why it's getting warmer (er, nature mate) so it MUST be man made CO2, and the rest clapped and joined the religion that pays their own massively increased energy bills.
You shouldn't need an IQ over 100 let alone a law degree to see all this clearly, yet only the wise and wonderful, to borrow a hymn, seem to get it we do seem to be fucked unless one by one these sheep's low intelligence is challenged so much by new revelations the threshhold for noticing it will gradually fall until not enough are left to keep the bubble afloat.
These exercises are the same for my own IQ as the gym is for my body, but in the end would like to win a campaign rather than go along for the journey and get absolutely nowhere. It also builds my journalistic experience, collecting and communicating ideas, which is the plan for my next career move (will announce in a month please god), and doubt that sitting back and waiting for global warming to blow itself out will be more satisfying or beneficial than watching Big Brother or an election and not voting myself in case it makes a difference. Then you can't complain you didn't do something whatever the outcome. I meet many new people as well, as well as some absolutely revolting opponents. I just said elsewhere that besides the clear left-right divide (the left are those who wish to impose on others that which they could never bear themselves) there's a connection with belief in global warming and religion. Should be as the two are only faces of the same phenomenon. Blind faith and control of every aspect of your life. Energy celibacy. Not just for them (if they do) but everyone. Well fuck you green activists but you aren't ruining my life or anyone elses'. And like Rajendra Pachauri, the boss of IPCC, he has an electric car but gets the limo to work every day, and every green activist from top to bottom is exactly the same. Or delusional.
So for my own situation if I had someone else with it I could only check those points and do little more. I can't cure things in people's lives, no one can except reportedly Jesus, whereas Buddha who came first taught people to accept things exactly as they were at the time. A high aim but one I believe is possible. Till then we can only make the best of it. The typical game of pontoon, do we stick on 17 or bust? Do we take the only decent offer we've had for years and be stuck/content with it or wait for possible nothing better? I think these answer themselves over time, I've lost a few good ones in the past when too green to know what to do, but that's a long time back. I know a good chance when I see it now and if only passable rather than ideal is a big compromise to take which in the female department would not be doing myself justice and would still be looking elsewhere which is not a good idea.
So if I'm given a task I will carry it out sooner or later, and later if it takes time to assimilate. I hope like the better soap operas this one will become more interesting and work out some of its bugs to decent conclusions. I think most do sooner or later, and the other benefit of soaps is the issues don't actually affect you. That must be another point he meant, although these carbon taxes do reduce my bank account although not in any effective way (so far). And knowing the number of liars, cheats and utter morons out there doesn't help either as they get on my nerves whenever they open their mouths in public or to me directly. I honestly didn't realise the collective IQ was so poor, each time the IPCC or some cunt who is paid to tell stories gets caught yet again they all say it doesn't affect the science. Now if the science was good you wouldn't have people cheating to present the case would you? IQ failure every bloody time.
So as I didn't spend three years studying law for nothing I can use the degree to say that whatever people's knowledge of their own profession it's always limited by their own capabilities. So when 99.9% of a profession believes the cause of stomach ulcers while one doctor doesn't, the minority just has more ability than the rest. So we have one Hungarian climatologist who has shown from current measurements (not computerised guessing machines) that CO2 can't raise the temperature, gets a peer review and that's it. Ignored. The majority (97% consensus if you believe the small sample claim of the leaders) couldn't work it out as a couple said 'it's not clear why it's getting warmer (er, nature mate) so it MUST be man made CO2, and the rest clapped and joined the religion that pays their own massively increased energy bills.
You shouldn't need an IQ over 100 let alone a law degree to see all this clearly, yet only the wise and wonderful, to borrow a hymn, seem to get it we do seem to be fucked unless one by one these sheep's low intelligence is challenged so much by new revelations the threshhold for noticing it will gradually fall until not enough are left to keep the bubble afloat.
These exercises are the same for my own IQ as the gym is for my body, but in the end would like to win a campaign rather than go along for the journey and get absolutely nowhere. It also builds my journalistic experience, collecting and communicating ideas, which is the plan for my next career move (will announce in a month please god), and doubt that sitting back and waiting for global warming to blow itself out will be more satisfying or beneficial than watching Big Brother or an election and not voting myself in case it makes a difference. Then you can't complain you didn't do something whatever the outcome. I meet many new people as well, as well as some absolutely revolting opponents. I just said elsewhere that besides the clear left-right divide (the left are those who wish to impose on others that which they could never bear themselves) there's a connection with belief in global warming and religion. Should be as the two are only faces of the same phenomenon. Blind faith and control of every aspect of your life. Energy celibacy. Not just for them (if they do) but everyone. Well fuck you green activists but you aren't ruining my life or anyone elses'. And like Rajendra Pachauri, the boss of IPCC, he has an electric car but gets the limo to work every day, and every green activist from top to bottom is exactly the same. Or delusional.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
A threadworm of hope
OK, we're all back to normal again. Although the 14th October ufo had 'cack' written through it like a stick of rock, all the other disappointments in my recent life all had a chance of actually happening, some almost changing my life as much as a real ufo sighting would have.
There has been: New girlfriend of one date replacing me for ex. Ex girlfriend still interested decades later drops me like a handful of worms. The Sun interview me for an article they didn't use (possibly only chance to reach big time). Two people refuse to appear in latest TV programme delayed 3 years already. No record of my IQ test now Mensa accept outside ones.
There are more, and a few that actually worked but not much for a while, but with such a list wouldn't anyone get an attitude?
So life is ordinary. Very ordinary. My purpose in life is taking bus numbers for a photo pool, helping a few people at work and in my family and blogging. In case it goes over a few heads much of these blogs is intended as comedy although based on real life. Subtle but there if you look. Seeing the funny side of as much as possible is a recognised form of help, and that's why very little is above being the topic of humour, including the holiest Meat Loaf himself. I am considering writing a song on the lines of 'I'm sitting on it right now', 'What's hanging out my pyjamas?' (ans, my mother...), 'I may be a wanker but at least I don't support Arsenal', 'But at least I'm not Hitler', 'I wouldn't do that for cash either', and 'It's seven inches long' (the riddle is to listen to the lyrics to find what is). A deep vein of nonsense in a single line of music.
Seeing a programme on TV last week also reminded me however nostalgic I am for some of the people I met there, I shouldn't be too nostalgic about actually being at school. Much of it was boring and some was hell, and was far better off after leaving it, even the one I liked in the long run. The real key to it was the social part, where London/Britain's top brains sent their brainiest kids to the same places so instead of mixing with the usual mix of rough and dull kids they met ones just like themselves, who are normally very few and far between, as at my annual music holiday (1968-89). Nowadays these people are either memories, annual visits or dead. I wanted to join Mensa to keep meeting them, and the status was a bonus. I know a law degree is thousands of times harder than a Mensa test (I've done both) and is many exams rather than just one. In fact I'd like a psychologist to assess the whole degree spread and see if it could actually qualify you for the IQ as well if passed at a certain level. All the same skills are involved as unlike the arts you have to apply the knowledge besides learn it. And there's maths involved at times which was something I found virtually impossible on its own.
I now find such people online but spread evenly round the world. I even meet the odd one when they visit London but very rarely. It's a bit like being a freemason, we can usually spot each other by a few little signals and feel like family. It's not pride or elitism, simply being judged by performance. You start by thinking what you understood was common knowledge and then found at 11 or so teachers and many adults didn't follow what was bloody obvious to you. Then you realise you are going to struggle to be understood for the rest of your life, and would end up a leader rather than a member of the pack as it was like seeing a different horizon to everyone else. To keep it warm we play quizzes or take on other challenges from time to time, often to make sure we haven't lost it. Playing professional quizzers for 4 months and coming 8th from many thousands was my last effort, as every so often some wiseacre doubts your credentials, as if intelligence was a hoax you could pretend to have to big yourself up when you were really like everyone else. I suppose it can only be seen by those who can recognise it. It has no connection to emotional maturity, in fact maybe an inverse one, as we are often childlike and innocent, and have the social skills of a 9 year old. We find life interesting enough without having to learn boring and pointless routines just to fit in with the masses. So we do often fit the streotype as a stereotype is made by collecting common characteristics and fitting them together where anyone seeing it would recognise it, even if an exaggeration. And if you're on the cusp of social acceptibility, being an only child does the last push into social exclusion, amplifying every element of isolation and self enquiry. I don't look for praise just like tall people don't need respect for having abnormally long legs. I just don't want stick for it and have to pretend I'm just like your average Joe when I'm clearly not.
So, with so much time and space the blog fills a huge gap, as did a couple of days reading the often insightful comments on the 14th October blogs, where the full spectrum of human strengths and weaknesses were displayed. Like Big Brother, but with the spiritual side. It's over now though and not a thing has changed. Will it ever?
There has been: New girlfriend of one date replacing me for ex. Ex girlfriend still interested decades later drops me like a handful of worms. The Sun interview me for an article they didn't use (possibly only chance to reach big time). Two people refuse to appear in latest TV programme delayed 3 years already. No record of my IQ test now Mensa accept outside ones.
There are more, and a few that actually worked but not much for a while, but with such a list wouldn't anyone get an attitude?
So life is ordinary. Very ordinary. My purpose in life is taking bus numbers for a photo pool, helping a few people at work and in my family and blogging. In case it goes over a few heads much of these blogs is intended as comedy although based on real life. Subtle but there if you look. Seeing the funny side of as much as possible is a recognised form of help, and that's why very little is above being the topic of humour, including the holiest Meat Loaf himself. I am considering writing a song on the lines of 'I'm sitting on it right now', 'What's hanging out my pyjamas?' (ans, my mother...), 'I may be a wanker but at least I don't support Arsenal', 'But at least I'm not Hitler', 'I wouldn't do that for cash either', and 'It's seven inches long' (the riddle is to listen to the lyrics to find what is). A deep vein of nonsense in a single line of music.
Seeing a programme on TV last week also reminded me however nostalgic I am for some of the people I met there, I shouldn't be too nostalgic about actually being at school. Much of it was boring and some was hell, and was far better off after leaving it, even the one I liked in the long run. The real key to it was the social part, where London/Britain's top brains sent their brainiest kids to the same places so instead of mixing with the usual mix of rough and dull kids they met ones just like themselves, who are normally very few and far between, as at my annual music holiday (1968-89). Nowadays these people are either memories, annual visits or dead. I wanted to join Mensa to keep meeting them, and the status was a bonus. I know a law degree is thousands of times harder than a Mensa test (I've done both) and is many exams rather than just one. In fact I'd like a psychologist to assess the whole degree spread and see if it could actually qualify you for the IQ as well if passed at a certain level. All the same skills are involved as unlike the arts you have to apply the knowledge besides learn it. And there's maths involved at times which was something I found virtually impossible on its own.
I now find such people online but spread evenly round the world. I even meet the odd one when they visit London but very rarely. It's a bit like being a freemason, we can usually spot each other by a few little signals and feel like family. It's not pride or elitism, simply being judged by performance. You start by thinking what you understood was common knowledge and then found at 11 or so teachers and many adults didn't follow what was bloody obvious to you. Then you realise you are going to struggle to be understood for the rest of your life, and would end up a leader rather than a member of the pack as it was like seeing a different horizon to everyone else. To keep it warm we play quizzes or take on other challenges from time to time, often to make sure we haven't lost it. Playing professional quizzers for 4 months and coming 8th from many thousands was my last effort, as every so often some wiseacre doubts your credentials, as if intelligence was a hoax you could pretend to have to big yourself up when you were really like everyone else. I suppose it can only be seen by those who can recognise it. It has no connection to emotional maturity, in fact maybe an inverse one, as we are often childlike and innocent, and have the social skills of a 9 year old. We find life interesting enough without having to learn boring and pointless routines just to fit in with the masses. So we do often fit the streotype as a stereotype is made by collecting common characteristics and fitting them together where anyone seeing it would recognise it, even if an exaggeration. And if you're on the cusp of social acceptibility, being an only child does the last push into social exclusion, amplifying every element of isolation and self enquiry. I don't look for praise just like tall people don't need respect for having abnormally long legs. I just don't want stick for it and have to pretend I'm just like your average Joe when I'm clearly not.
So, with so much time and space the blog fills a huge gap, as did a couple of days reading the often insightful comments on the 14th October blogs, where the full spectrum of human strengths and weaknesses were displayed. Like Big Brother, but with the spiritual side. It's over now though and not a thing has changed. Will it ever?
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