confessions

Some days, I feel like I’m barely keeping up with average intelligence. Other days, I think I’m right in the middle. Rarely, I have flashes of brilliance. Never do I feel truly intelligent.

And yet, I look around, and the sheer volume of loud, obvious unintelligence is staggering.

Makes you wonder.

in what of these moments you feel more *you*?

It’s more of a mental thing, if I feel good I can do “all” things also when under stress; it’s a confusing two way street up there.