About Genius Says This Idiot

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Genius might be one of those descriptors that gets overused in our present day. I’m the guy that brags to all my friends about what geniuses my other friends are. This doesn’t work all that well, because most of my friends know each other. They say things like, “Billy’s really good with grout and tiles… we get it, Tyler. Enough. Go away. You’re an idiot.”

So apparently I’m not a genius.

No big surprise, but it’s not the best news either. I always thought that if I really worked hard to find something I was good at and devoted myself utterly to mastering whatever that was, the genius appellation would be within spitting distance.

It doesn’t work that way. Yet.

No, I stopped caring about the esteem of other people awhile back. You sort of have to. Even if you’re a tried-and-true genius, you have to.

Imagine Newton or Monet or Aristotle waiting to be heralded for their unrivaled prodigiousness. They would’ve ended up working at Burger King. (Which is totally fine)

Maybe you’ve got the goods and maybe not, but it doesn’t really matter. The only thing that matters is production when the whole deal is done and dusted. Wayne Gretzky was an obviously transcendental hockey player, but it’s unlikely he gave it much thought. He was too busy scoring and being transcendent. Day after freaking day.

Day after day. After freaking day. That’s how they make geniuses.

Says this idiot. Cheers and see you after.