Dick and Farts

It's quite an unusual thing for me to step into the world of intelligent people. It's not as if I'm not friends with super-intelligent people who could literally carry on for hours about any topic you present them. In fact, most of my friends seem to have a mass surplus of knowledgeable wealth. Chances are, if you're reading this at all, you're probably one of those people I consider intelligent.

How do you do it? What tricks did you learn along your way through life? Even though I did well in school and can carry a mildly intellectual conversation, it seems as if everyone around me not only knows more, but knows it more accurately. Sometimes it feels like I have blindly stumbled my way through life and have, thankfully, reached my current position.

It feels good to be a goddamned lucky bastard. But only sometimes.

But befriending intelligence and collaborating with it are two completely different animals. With my friends, if your conversation goes above my head, I can sit there with an interested look on my face and then use humor as a shield to deflect the fact that my pea-sized brain can't quite wrap itself around theoretic quantum physics and the vast expanse of the Neververse. When I have to actually listen.  And actually Get. It. ...well, that's where the problem comes from. It's the same reason I have friends who write computer code, and run their own businesses, or crunch tax or insurance figures, write dissertations and study the greater works of Tchaikovsky and Brahms.

While I deliver money. With a gun. It's fitting, really, when I put it in that context.

Now that I've been working for The Scope I've really had to collaborate efforts with people who are much more intelligent and much more insightful than I am. Much like my example of career paths, I'm now working alongside people with English degrees, people who know off-hand the difference between MLA and APA and something involving Chicago editing styles. I'm still having trouble counting the letter's in MLA..  1...2...  Ah, there it is.  There's that pesky number 3.

But seriously, these people know their shit. There's guys and gals creating webpages, editing video footage from all of their gear, discussing advertisement sales and business plans, writing about politics and art, discussing religion and interviewing Mayors and Senators....


And I got involved so I could write about dick and fart jokes.

It speaks for itself, really.

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