By SheelaR

I took an IQ test in high school and I scored 140. I took one the other day and I scored 128. I’ll be honest, it bugged me out that I didn’t seem to be as smart as I was in high school. I took it again today because I realized my mistake on the other one, and I scored 130. 

I was still feeling some weird kind of way about it, so I took the one on the Mensa website, and voila…I scored a 142! I am over the moon happy.  I’m smarter than I originally believed. That might sound shallow to some people, but it means the world me to me. 

Now, 128 isn’t bad at all.  It is considered well above average, and it put me in the top 7% of the population. Somehow, that wasn’t good enough for me. I’ve always prided myself on being of above average intelligence. It’s more important to me than material things, money, looks, weight, and even some friendships. 

My brain is and has always been my prized possession.  I’ve always said that the moment my brain starts to go, I don’t want to live anymore. That made me sound crazy…said my friend. I didn’t get it then…and I still don’t.  

We all have something we love or hate about ourselves. That thing that I love…is my brain. It doesn’t make me feel superior to others in any way. I just enjoy knowing and learning new things.  For me, a high IQ is confirmation of that. 

Now that I’ve confirmed it with Mensa, sort of…I am at peace with myself. I need not go any further with it. My friend also said that it’s off-putting and makes others feel inferior. What is she talking about? I’m not responsible how my personal sense of pride makes life unpleasant or difficult for someone else to cope with. 

How I feel about myself, should have no affect on how you feel about yourself. Find what makes you feel good, and do that.