The Sixth
It's lately come to my conclusion that people think I'm smart. Me. I'm barely average in my own eyes, I don't know how I've managed to fool everyone else. Either way, it's worked out against me. Now people come to me, asking questions about everything except Math. Apparently I complain about mathematics enough that people have realized it's not my strong suit. Either way, there's a small problem with people asking me things. Half the time, I don't know the answer. The other half, I'm not sure it's the right answer and then have to feel guilty about claiming not to know.
It was enough to know that I don't know anything, the constant reminder is making me apprehensive to talk to anyone for fear they'll ask me another question. I can't even point this out to them, the last thing I want to hear is the, "Oh! But you're so so much smarter than me." speech. It's a joy to know everyone demeans their intelligence as much as I do.
It was enough to know that I don't know anything, the constant reminder is making me apprehensive to talk to anyone for fear they'll ask me another question. I can't even point this out to them, the last thing I want to hear is the, "Oh! But you're so so much smarter than me." speech. It's a joy to know everyone demeans their intelligence as much as I do.