Before I go into my actual score let me say that I was brought up to believe that I was a genius. Actually, my whole family considered themselves geniuses. Even my Uncle Hy, who thought that spider monkeys came from the mating of a monkey and a spider, was considered a genius.
And now, all of a sudden, I have discovered that my IQ is not the genius level of 145+ or highly gifted from 135-44, but I’m only gifted at 132. Okay, 128, but I’m still gifted. Okay, 124 – I’m not even smart enough to lie.
My first question is who set these levels? Who decided that 145 is a genius? I’m willing to bet $1,000,000 that his IQ wasn’t 144.
I suppose you think that I’m now going to question the validity of the test by saying it’s biased against men in their fifties who can’t sit still for twenty minutes without going to the refrigerator. Or that I’ll make fun of the questions by saying who cares how far two cars traveling in opposite directions at different speeds will go. With the price of gas these days no one’s going anywhere. Well, I’m not going to make fun of the test. I’m going to take the high road and make fun of people who actually are geniuses.
Anyway, with those extra points maybe I could understand nuclear physics or macrobiotics or say, “Hello, I’m a genius” in Indonesian. However, I still wouldn’t be able to tell you which phone company is really the cheapest. In other words, it won’t help me get through life.
I guess what I’m really saying is that I’m still the same person I was before the test. And that I’m proud of who I am – a man with an IQ of 118. Oops.