There have been a lot of times in my life in which, in an effort to encourage me to be a little more patient with other people, I’ve had someone* tell me something along the lines of, “Remember: most people aren’t as smart as you are.”
While I suppose I should be flattered – and to some extent, I am – for the most part I don’t find that thought especially comforting. In fact, I often find it downright depressing, because the fact of the matter is that most of the time I’m kind of an idiot.
If most people aren’t as smart as I am, well, there’s not a whole lot of hope for the species.
I mean, for fuck’s sake; at my core, I’m a goddamn bumpkin from The Middle of Fucking Nowhere, USA.
I might as well have just fallen off the back of a turnip truck. My early education was like something out of Laura Ingalls Wilder. How is it even possible for most people to not be at least as smart as I am?
If anything, this particular attempt at encouraging me to cultivate patience ultimately has rather the opposite effect.
*Quite frequently it was the (former) boss lady**, but it happened before she came along, and has continued to happen since her departure.
**Which is funny, considering how often she also called me an idiot.