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May Day May Day | Episode 5
The Irrational Fear of Dying From a Preventable Disease
It’s as irrational as it sounds.
If you’ve read my story My Sister the Good Girl, among other things I’ve written, you know that I grew up not being the smart one. Illusion: people thought that. Fact: my IQ is Mensa level.
I don’t bring up my IQ as braggadocio.
It is what it is. IQ and book smart are two different things, so don’t quiz me on algebraic formulas or the chemical compounds found in groundwater.
My damaged psyche.
Awareness of my IQ, and that I’m actually smart does not make it to the center of my psyche. There’s a break in the rail line, turbulence blowing it off track, a blip on the radar, an underwater iceberg breaking up logic as it tries to cruise northward, a shooting star blocked by a nearby planet — hurdles clearly too high!
Regardless of whether or not I know I’m smart, I want everyone to recognize it and that…
