Who am I? I am Smart.

I am Smart.

You might think that's a pretty egotistical thing to say, and I won't say you're wrong if you do.

But it's also the truth.

I get things.  My mind is full of information that I may never actually use, but it's stuck there, regardless.  I can recite lines from plays, tell you the definition of fifty-cent words you'll probably never use in daily life, mix chemicals in a lab without blowing up, give you the first thirty digits of phi () --also known as the Golden Ratio-- and a plethora of other things...  I make references to history, psychology, sociology, mathematics, without breaking a sweat because it's all right there in my mind.

If you teach me something once, it's unlikely you'll have to teach it to me a second time unless you're just a terrible (read: boring, not inadequate) teacher.  Stuff stays in my head, flowing on a constant cycle of 'Do I need this information right now?' or 'Why did I think this was important?' among other questions that often keep me awake long into the night just trying to calm my brain down.

As you might expect, though, there are downsides to this brand of intelligence.

I am bored, very easily, because I just get things too fast and then it seems pointless to give the subject any more attention.  Sometimes I over-think, over-analyze, what to the average masses might seem simple problems.  Sometimes I turn into that most hated of all people --the 'Know-It-All,' and though perhaps in that instance I really do know it all, I come off as just obnoxious instead.  Or mean.  Or condescending.

(I might have a superiority complex when it comes to my brain and others'.)

Combine brains with a highly hormonal physique, and we can go the complete opposite and say that I'm stupid.

I will devote hours upon hours to memorizing sheet music (though it doesn't actually take that long to memorize, just to play it correctly) because it makes me happy.  On the other hand, I will spend five minutes studying for a test that probably needed a few hours itself because it upsets me.  I will read thousands of books that I discovered in the corner of a bookshop or the back room of a library.  I will not read a single page of a book you told me to read for class.

It's a strange dichotomy, balancing emotions and logic, and I guess I haven't managed it yet.

But you can challenge me all you want; I'm still gonna say the same thing:

I am Smart.

(And for the record, I probably think I'm smarter than you.  Just sayin'.)

Cheers.