Yes, you can call me an asshole - a thread on IQ

Lol...that statement didn't go over so well when I got my Permaculture Teachers Certificate...I got that glaring, eyebrows raised look!

IS there a forum that encourages discussion?
An actual island of thought free from trolls?
It is most difficult to find.

I seek Seekers.

Wow! Cool / Permaculture Design!

I wanna do it - nobody around these poor parts would PAY for such advice - I just read up now and then

We need to put in key line drainage before our land will be fit to plant

Then the food forest!

Are you sure about that?

OP, and to the rest of you brainiacks, I clocked in at 164 when I was a child, and it was on my worst day - I had snot shooting out of my nose during the test (which is related, in a strange way, to why I had to take the test in the first place). I had to go to the bathroom to get toilet paper to blow my nose, the snot was literally running down my face and dripping off my chin on to the test, my sleeves were already soaked. But the IQ test giver that had been sent to give me the test would not stop the time for me even after an my extensive argument about fairness and accuracy of the test. So I left for 5-10 minutes to get toilet paper to blow my nose and staunch the insane flow of snot. I think I returned with wads of tp stuffed into my nostrils, sending all the snot back into my throat, causing me to cough constantly. I did not complete the test as it was very tightly designed around time.

I don't know what would have happened if I was allowed to complete the exam, I don't know what my life would have become. Thinking about it now, with what I know about the world, I think losing that time and being unable to finish the test was a blessing that artificially deflated my official IQ score below a potentially dangerous threshold.

So, I understand your brief life story. I met a friend at university who was a very young teenager (for privacy reasons), who already had an Associates degree, and only because his parents were trying to hold him back for social reasons. I'm sure he could have finished his Bachelors by age 10. He tested at 165 as a child.

He went on to get a Bachelors, two Masters and a PhD. He is now a professor in the Boston area, shall we say. But it was nice to meet and befriend someone like that at that time in my life (and in his life, as well - I remember getting absolutely smashed with him the night before his LSAT, he overslept, heck, and even woke up still drunk, missing his LSAT, thankfully scuttling his mother's envisioned legal career. Something I, unfortunately, failed to avoid).

It took me to age thirty before I learned how to talk to dumb dumbs (my word, read to the end, dumb dumbs, before you hurl insults at me). I have met many smart people who never applied their intelligence to figuring out how to communicate to common people, to everyone's detriment, imo. It is a skill, like any other, and can be learned. No offense, but it is like the ability to communicate (effectively) with children.

So all that is pretext to say this: I have some type of auto immune/neuro-degenerative disease of unknown origin (was diagnosed with MS for a decade, then undiagnosed, do test positive for some Lyme antibodies but not all the ones required by the CDC for that diagnosis, but it is pretty clear what is going on) that among other things, is eating away at my brain, leaving it like swiss cheese. In the last 13 years, I have become feeble minded. I know now how hard it is to be dumb. Everything you do goes wrong. You constantly make mistakes. Serious mistakes, financially costly mistakes. And there is no end to it. It is very hard, life is very hard. There is just nothing you can do to make the ideas come, it's just blank.

See, unlike what you said you experience, most everything did just came to me. Presented with a problem, the answer did just pop into my head, no real thinking involved. In early grade school, I remember the one time my mother came to my class (she was a programmer, an extremely male dominated field at the time, she couldn't be seen to have a child, it was too big of a liability for her career) to help out in this event day we were having.

We had all these little competitions, one of which was to solve this maze. All the kids received this sheet of paper, face down on our desks. The teacher blew a whistle and we flipped them over and tried to solve the maze. I finished it in seconds, I just looked at the maze and the path just appeared to me, all of the other kids had just started. I raised my hand, and the teacher said politely that I couldn't be done and to try again (it was an extensive maze, it should have taken a fair amount of time to solve). I insisted I was done. The teacher became angry and started to yell at me to put my hand down and do the maze. I insisted. The teacher angrily checked my paper, and I had solved it. She again started yelling at me, that I had cheated, I insisted I hadn't, she said that she saw me flip the paper over before we began, I hadn't. My mother stepped in and said she was watching me and I hadn't flipped the paper over beforehand. The teacher refused to listen (she was a dumb dumb, as were all of my teachers, even at the best schools on the East and West coasts, an excruciating experience), and I didn't win the balloon or whatever the silly prize was. I was upset, but I didn't put up too much of a fight, I'd already learned that being right and knowing the right answer often lead to trouble, and it's best just to keep your head down. My mother was furious, but she too, knew how things go, being a bright woman in a male dominated profession (and world).

I relate this experience to illustrate the idea that I did just know things, most things, I didn't have to reason all that much. And also, that the dumb dumbs often punish the intelligent for being correct - something that I think is very psychologically destructive to children who are just learning right from wrong, and how to behave in the world... but if right is wrong and wrong is right (and powerful) how can we live? I think I've managed to escape much of its harm, now, but it took me a long time to come back into the light. I've met many very intelligent people who went dark as a result of this type of conflict. Often, they are the ones who loudly proclaim themselves to be atheists, and dump on the foolish people who believe in God.

But back to the functioning of intelligence: I was able to reason extensively about complex ideas, ideas that were well beyond simply apparent, even for me, but my reasoning ability was predicated on instant recall of all the right information at the right time. As I reasoned, this web of connectedness would emerge, across disciplines, across time, from seemingly unrelated things that I'd read years prior, but had never since considered, it was all there. And as the shape of the web of connectedness began to emerge, it would suggest its total form, the solution would induce itself into my understanding, essentially, the sails would create their own wind and blow the ship into port.

Now, with my brain's deterioration, that doesn't happen. I have so little recall. If anyone has or had a grandmother slipping off into oblivion from Alzheimers, that is me, and a substantially younger age. I start more sentences than I finish. I have flare ups and periods of remission, kind of like being water boarded for a month at a time. It is a terrifying experience. The one thing that I could always trust in an inverted world where right was wrong and wrong ruled, was myself. This is no longer true. The simplest connections escape me most often now. The other morning, I made a doctor's appointment for later that day, despite spending the previous two days dealing with an intermittent parasitic drain on my vehicle's battery that repeatedly left my battery dead. When the time came for the appointment, I almost forgot, but thankfully remembered at the last moment, so I ambled outside, and tried to remotely unlock my vehicle, and of course, the battery was dead, the doors locked shut with no way to get into the vehicle. But I knew the battery was dead, and the vehicle locked, when I made the appointment that morning. I was more than aware of it, I'd spent the prior 2 days dealing with the issue of the undrivable vehicle. But it did not occur to me that this inability to drive my vehicle would prevent me from getting to the doctor's office, when I made the appointment.

I'm just plain stupid now. There is no helping this. I forget everything, I make lists when issues do occur to me, but I forget where I left the list when I need it, or I forget that I even made the lists in the first place. And there is no amount of list making that could have helped this doctor appointment situation. Btw, I called my doctor's office as soon as I realized this, about ten minutes before the appointment. I was on hold for 12 minutes, at 2 minutes past my appointment time the receptionist picked up the line, so because I (supposedly) called after my appointment time, I would be charged for the missed appointment, and because my insurance doesn't cover missed appointments, I'd pay the full price out of pocket... I'd also not have access to two of the prescriptions that are keeping me alive (this event was the final exhaustion of all of my emergency supply of medications put back against interruptions in the supply chain... how ironic that despite years of preparedness, when the event finally did occur, I'm resourceless, and always within about two days of death if I cannot get my medication).

As I was on the phone I was so upset that I had done this (after untold similar prior mistakes), it was sort of the straw that broke the camel's back, I was trying to hold back tears, as a grown man, the whole time wondering why I'm currently experiencing a symptom that is usually controlled by one of my prescriptions, then I see to the right of me, three little white pills sitting there. Pills I'd taken out of the bottle that morning but had forgotten to take. I burst into tears... I can't even take care of myself anymore, let alone my wife and child. After being the only person I could rely on, after having everyone rely on me, after providing for many people, I'm completely adrift, useless. We've been living paycheck to paycheck off of my wife's meager private school teacher's salary. Even with insurance, I can no longer afford all of my prescriptions on a monthly basis. We've just wracked up $3,000 dollars of credit card debt, 25% of which because of mistakes made by the Health Insurance Marketplace, for which they may correct going forward, but will not reimburse for retroactively, so nearly an extra grand lost. This debt was wracked up in the last two months before the phantom menace emerged, I don't even know how much we just spent on credit buying supplies preparing for this idiotic quarantine. Our cupboards were almost completely bare already, after delaying purchases of anything but the most essential macronutrients, utilities, and fuel, to live through each week. And here I am just throwing away hundreds of dollars on missed doctor's appointments because of my stupidity, my inability to connect the most obvious two relevant issues together. I could have never conceived that being stupid is so hard, it always looked like bliss to me, previously.

A couple of days later, I made an appointment for the next week (after partially dealing with the parasitic drain issue) for 11am, I did not set an alarm for the appointment as I set an event in my calendar, with an alert (two alerts actually, I'm that forgetful), and I get up everyday at 7am. That morning, I didn't have my 7am obligation, and slept to 11:45am due to extreme exhaustion from the few days prior (the simplest of physical tasks is like climbing Mt. Everest, if I'm not in bed, or sitting, I'm almost always soaked in sweat. All of my hats are ruined with salt stains (even in the middle of the winter), when I wash them out in the sink, the water is orange-brown. I am totally serious, unloading the dishwasher is like a half marathon... So, I slept through the calendar alerts, with my phone 12 inches from my head. I woke up disoriented, because it was bright, I checked the time, and I jumped in my drivable (yay) vehicle, and raced to the doctors office. It's too late, she says, I'm too late for my appointment, another charge for a missed doctor's appointment. She'd be happy to schedule another appointment if I wish?

So, to the smarties who've managed to read this, I suggest sympathy for the overwhelming majority of people who muddle along in their dimness. It is extremely difficult to be dumb. It is extremely expensive. I understand why many turn to drugs and alcohol, or other destructive vices. I understand their anger and hostility. Before you turn your nose up at them, judging them, and condemning yourself, try to remember that they are likely doing the best that they can for themselves, and their loved ones.

OP, and to the rest of you brainiacks, I clocked in at 164 when I was a child, and it was on my worst day - I had snot shooting out of my nose during the test (which is related, in a strange way, to why I had to take the test in the first place). I had to go to the bathroom to get toilet paper to blow my nose, the snot was literally running down my face and dripping off my chin on to the test, my sleeves were already soaked. But the IQ test giver that had been sent to give me the test would not stop the time for me even after an my extensive argument about fairness and accuracy of the test. So I left for 5-10 minutes to get toilet paper to blow my nose and staunch the insane flow of snot. I think I returned with wads of tp stuffed into my nostrils, sending all the snot back into my throat, causing me to cough constantly. I did not complete the test as it was very tightly designed around time.

I don't know what would have happened if I was allowed to complete the exam, I don't know what my life would have become. Thinking about it now, with what I know about the world, I think losing that time and being unable to finish the test was a blessing that artificially deflated my official IQ score below a potentially dangerous threshold.

So, I understand your brief life story. I met a friend at university who was a very young teenager (for privacy reasons), who already had an Associates degree, and only because his parents were trying to hold him back for social reasons. I'm sure he could have finished his Bachelors by age 10. He tested at 165 as a child.

He went on to get a Bachelors, two Masters and a PhD. He is now a professor in the Boston area, shall we say. But it was nice to meet and befriend someone like that at that time in my life (and in his life, as well - I remember getting absolutely smashed with him the night before his LSAT, he overslept, heck, and even woke up still drunk, missing his LSAT, thankfully scuttling his mother's envisioned legal career. Something I, unfortunately, failed to avoid).

It took me to age thirty before I learned how to talk to dumb dumbs (my word, read to the end, dumb dumbs, before you hurl insults at me). I have met many smart people who never applied their intelligence to figuring out how to communicate to common people, to everyone's detriment, imo. It is a skill, like any other, and can be learned. No offense, but it is like the ability to communicate (effectively) with children.

So all that is pretext to say this: I have some type of auto immune/neuro-degenerative disease of unknown origin (was diagnosed with MS for a decade, then undiagnosed, do test positive for some Lyme antibodies but not all the ones required by the CDC for that diagnosis, but it is pretty clear what is going on) that among other things, is eating away at my brain, leaving it like swiss cheese. In the last 13 years, I have become feeble minded. I know now how hard it is to be dumb. Everything you do goes wrong. You constantly make mistakes. Serious mistakes, financially costly mistakes. And there is no end to it. It is very hard, life is very hard. There is just nothing you can do to make the ideas come, it's just blank.

See, unlike what you said you experience, most everything did just came to me. Presented with a problem, the answer did just pop into my head, no real thinking involved. In early grade school, I remember the one time my mother came to my class (she was a programmer, an extremely male dominated field at the time, she couldn't be seen to have a child, it was too big of a liability for her career) to help out in this event day we were having.

We had all these little competitions, one of which was to solve this maze. All the kids received this sheet of paper, face down on our desks. The teacher blew a whistle and we flipped them over and tried to solve the maze. I finished it in seconds, I just looked at the maze and the path just appeared to me, all of the other kids had just started. I raised my hand, and the teacher said politely that I couldn't be done and to try again (it was an extensive maze, it should have taken a fair amount of time to solve). I insisted I was done. The teacher became angry and started to yell at me to put my hand down and do the maze. I insisted. The teacher angrily checked my paper, and I had solved it. She again started yelling at me, that I had cheated, I insisted I hadn't, she said that she saw me flip the paper over before we began, I hadn't. My mother stepped in and said she was watching me and I hadn't flipped the paper over beforehand. The teacher refused to listen (she was a dumb dumb, as were all of my teachers, even at the best schools on the East and West coasts, an excruciating experience), and I didn't win the balloon or whatever the silly prize was. I was upset, but I didn't put up too much of a fight, I'd already learned that being right and knowing the right answer often lead to trouble, and it's best just to keep your head down. My mother was furious, but she too, knew how things go, being a bright woman in a male dominated profession (and world).

I relate this experience to illustrate the idea that I did just know things, most things, I didn't have to reason all that much. And also, that the dumb dumbs often punish the intelligent for being correct - something that I think is very psychologically destructive to children who are just learning right from wrong, and how to behave in the world... but if right is wrong and wrong is right (and powerful) how can we live? I think I've managed to escape much of its harm, now, but it took me a long time to come back into the light. I've met many very intelligent people who went dark as a result of this type of conflict. Often, they are the ones who loudly proclaim themselves to be atheists, and dump on the foolish people who believe in God.

But back to the functioning of intelligence: I was able to reason extensively about complex ideas, ideas that were well beyond simply apparent, even for me, but my reasoning ability was predicated on instant recall of all the right information at the right time. As I reasoned, this web of connectedness would emerge, across disciplines, across time, from seemingly unrelated things that I'd read years prior, but had never since considered, it was all there. And as the shape of the web of connectedness began to emerge, it would suggest its total form, the solution would induce itself into my understanding, essentially, the sails would create their own wind and blow the ship into port.

Now, with my brain's deterioration, that doesn't happen. I have so little recall. If anyone has or had a grandmother slipping off into oblivion from Alzheimers, that is me, and a substantially younger age. I start more sentences than I finish. I have flare ups and periods of remission, kind of like being water boarded for a month at a time. It is a terrifying experience. The one thing that I could always trust in an inverted world where right was wrong and wrong ruled, was myself. This is no longer true. The simplest connections escape me most often now. The other morning, I made a doctor's appointment for later that day, despite spending the previous two days dealing with an intermittent parasitic drain on my vehicle's battery that repeatedly left my battery dead. When the time came for the appointment, I almost forgot, but thankfully remembered at the last moment, so I ambled outside, and tried to remotely unlock my vehicle, and of course, the battery was dead, the doors locked shut with no way to get into the vehicle. But I knew the battery was dead, and the vehicle locked, when I made the appointment that morning. I was more than aware of it, I'd spent the prior 2 days dealing with the issue of the undrivable vehicle. But it did not occur to me that this inability to drive my vehicle would prevent me from getting to the doctor's office, when I made the appointment.

I'm just plain stupid now. There is no helping this. I forget everything, I make lists when issues do occur to me, but I forget where I left the list when I need it, or I forget that I even made the lists in the first place. And there is no amount of list making that could have helped this doctor appointment situation. Btw, I called my doctor's office as soon as I realized this, about ten minutes before the appointment. I was on hold for 12 minutes, at 2 minutes past my appointment time the receptionist picked up the line, so because I (supposedly) called after my appointment time, I would be charged for the missed appointment, and because my insurance doesn't cover missed appointments, I'd pay the full price out of pocket... I'd also not have access to two of the prescriptions that are keeping me alive (this event was the final exhaustion of all of my emergency supply of medications put back against interruptions in the supply chain... how ironic that despite years of preparedness, when the event finally did occur, I'm resourceless, and always within about two days of death if I cannot get my medication).

As I was on the phone I was so upset that I had done this (after untold similar prior mistakes), it was sort of the straw that broke the camel's back, I was trying to hold back tears, as a grown man, the whole time wondering why I'm currently experiencing a symptom that is usually controlled by one of my prescriptions, then I see to the right of me, three little white pills sitting there. Pills I'd taken out of the bottle that morning but had forgotten to take. I burst into tears... I can't even take care of myself anymore, let alone my wife and child. After being the only person I could rely on, after having everyone rely on me, after providing for many people, I'm completely adrift, useless. We've been living paycheck to paycheck off of my wife's meager private school teacher's salary. Even with insurance, I can no longer afford all of my prescriptions on a monthly basis. We've just wracked up $3,000 dollars of credit card debt, 25% of which because of mistakes made by the Health Insurance Marketplace, for which they may correct going forward, but will not reimburse for retroactively, so nearly an extra grand lost. This debt was wracked up in the last two months before the phantom menace emerged, I don't even know how much we just spent on credit buying supplies preparing for this idiotic quarantine. Our cupboards were almost completely bare already, after delaying purchases of anything but the most essential macronutrients, utilities, and fuel, to live through each week. And here I am just throwing away hundreds of dollars on missed doctor's appointments because of my stupidity, my inability to connect the most obvious two relevant issues together. I could have never conceived that being stupid is so hard, it always looked like bliss to me, previously.

A couple of days later, I made an appointment for the next week (after partially dealing with the parasitic drain issue) for 11am, I did not set an alarm for the appointment as I set an event in my calendar, with an alert (two alerts actually, I'm that forgetful), and I get up everyday at 7am. That morning, I didn't have my 7am obligation, and slept to 11:45am due to extreme exhaustion from the few days prior (the simplest of physical tasks is like climbing Mt. Everest, if I'm not in bed, or sitting, I'm almost always soaked in sweat. All of my hats are ruined with salt stains (even in the middle of the winter), when I wash them out in the sink, the water is orange-brown. I am totally serious, unloading the dishwasher is like a half marathon... So, I slept through the calendar alerts, with my phone 12 inches from my head. I woke up disoriented, because it was bright, I checked the time, and I jumped in my drivable (yay) vehicle, and raced to the doctors office. It's too late, she says, I'm too late for my appointment, another charge for a missed doctor's appointment. She'd be happy to schedule another appointment if I wish?

So, to the smarties who've managed to read this, I suggest sympathy for the overwhelming majority of people who muddle along in their dimness. It is extremely difficult to be dumb. It is extremely expensive. I understand why many turn to drugs and alcohol, or other destructive vices. I understand their anger and hostility. Before you turn your nose up at them, judging them, and condemning yourself, try to remember that they are likely doing the best that they can for themselves, and their loved ones.

So, I was scrolling through Facebook the other day looking at reactions to the virus (mostly "Oh no, my trip to the Canaries has been canceled. Can I rebook for two weeks from now?)...

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ed. After all, they're everywhere. You'll have to excuse me if I do not engage. I'm just too bored with that shit now. There are only so many times an adult can play peekaboo before they have to take a very long break.

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Thank you for sharing that.

I always said the only thing I was going to get out alive with was knowledge - not money, favors, or tangible assets.

..and that's usually how it goes.

It would be a hard thing to let go of.

I think about how much I lost by dumbing it down. Were the conversations of endless stunted thoughts and six-word sentences worth it? Did I gain anything when we grew older and those became marijuana-stunted thoughts (I never did like pot but the rest seemed to love it so I tried for them for a while) and six-word sentences?

It's helpful to "know the language" and be able to speak to the cashier at the grocery story in a way that can be comprehended, but I can stutter through that in ten languages with a few shrugs and smiles. Did I need to give away half of my brain for it?

High iq often correlates to high arrogance.

That's where "smart" people aren't so smart. You're not better than other humans because you "think" you are aware of your own intelligence.

You're super arrogant.

That was my experience growing up. I was reading newspapers at 5 yrs and had read all books in our home around 10 years. Then I’d start alphabetically and check out books at the library systematically going through the racks. We’d move often and a new library was like a new candy store for me as a kid.

But, yeah, it’s pretty lonely which is op’s plaintive complaint.

Now it’s lonelier than ever, don’t you think? I try to talk with my family about what’s happening and I see that pained faces of having to question msm pablum. They get very defensive and shut off discussions with “but the flu, meh”. They can’t literally can’t think past what msm has told them and their cognitive dissonance forces them to shut me off. It makes me a bit of a social pariah in my own family. What’s sadder is that they are, for the most part, highly educated with graduate degrees and socially prominent.

It’s like talking Greek to them and friends, also. When this flu fear started, I mentioned the similarities with the Dutch tulip craze and the book “Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds” by Makay and they’d never heard of either one. I was dumbfounded but then it started to make sense: how tptb can instigate such a draconian shutdown of our socioeconomic livelihoods within a short week, really. They not only get compliance, but have instilled such righteousness to the rational of the quarantine that I have to endure people patronizingly extoll the virtues of “social distancing” and whatever other newspeak tptb come up with each propaganda cycle.

This thread does nothing to shed light on the issue of IQ as a driver of societal problems-- i.e., how IQ disparity divides society and creates wealth or impoverishment.

All this thread does is aggrandize you, yourself and you, in typical lower level chimp fashion. It does nothing to solve societal problems--- and it only celebrates yourself.. In essence, this thread is worthless to anyone but yourself. This thread shows that your social IQ is rather low. and based on arrogance.

Do you care about your fellow man?

If so, you should do something with your "highish" IQ gift--rather than brag about YOURSELF to the world.

And I say highish, because 130 is smart but not genius.... It qualifies you to be an engineer, lawyer or doctor if you apply yourself, and work hard but probably not a physicist or a top notch mathematician.

Why not encourage those with IQs of 90 or below to attend trade or art schools where they can make something decent out of their lives and work hard?

God loves ALL people regardless of their intelligence,. but the one thing God hates is arrogance and a nose held high..

What you are describing is the "square peg in a round hole" syndrome.

High IQ people feel this way when going through the public school system, which is geared for the bell-curve majority.

This results in a high IQ person having, very often, a low Emotional IQ, as you so succinctly demonstrate.

Isolating yourself, behaving like an ass-hole (this thread), feigning superiority, etc. are all tools your infantilism creates to emotionally scavenge through life.

Develop yourself as a Human. That should clear up your problem of ass-holism!

Toodles,
TOL

I got a letter from a teacher for my 14 year old son - he kept trying to teach the kids that weren’t getting it ... and she got mad

I asked him “You know what the teachers game is right?”

He said “right”

“Then PLAY IT!” “She has the keys to your college and scholarships- just play along ok?!”

He did and Insaid if he playe fit right I would get him out of there early (HS)

She wrote his recommendation letters

He got scholarships and his first choice college - age 17

TEACHERS do not like competition !

Lol...that statement didn't go over so well when I got my Permaculture Teachers Certificate...I got that glaring, eyebrows raised look!

Heh, of course not all teachers can't do, but it's a lot that can't these days. I found Bill Mollison's stuff was very practical and sensible when I read it back in the day.

What I saw later was a whole bunch of feral hippies (who didn't like physical work) made it into a religion. My sister had a diploma or whatever in Permaculture and even set up gardens for people. She could never scratch up a decent feed from her own garden at any time though. It was always an overgrown mess. I don't think I ever saw a good Permaculture garden. Maybe we just had these kind of flakes in Oz, I don't know.

Not that I'm casting shade on yourself though. I know it could work very well if a bit of actual effort and thought is put in.

IQ stands for 'intelligence quotient'. There is no such thing as an emotional IQ. That is only emotional maturity or immaturity.

Your next paragraph is pure projection, which incidentally is a sign of emotional immaturity.

Yeah, I know. I'm arrogant. Lol

This is why I hate smart people. You are fucking useless in practical affairs. How can you stand to read each other’s pussy little stories about how “hard” life has been because you’re so smart yet you’ve had success and opportunities come your way because of it? Not only that, you even set up human centipede chains with each other to regurgitate each other’s shit. “I seek seekers” oh blah blah so you have a self-incest fetish, go make out with the mirror NARCISSUS.

You don’t understand the value of things. Our modern world was not single-handedly made. It wasn’t even made with the two hands of a single individual. It was a large-scale long-term co-creative effort of many individuals of different shapes, colors, sizes and intellects. Your IQ only describes your potential. You can be a waste of fucking space anyway. And then, maybe you actually do something with it and become an expert on how Saturn forms its moons. Excuse us if we simply don’t give a fuck about you or your intelligence. You can do whatever you want with your brains but you can’t make us care about your sludge of an existence if you’re gonna spend your time on crybabying about your champagne problems and doing nothing useful for anyone else. Fuck off the marketplace, every kind of marketplace, and go be a loner wizard in your ivory tower. Write a book for another little freak like you who’ll find it in 1000 years but would have hated you if he met you.

If you’re not telling us about how you’re going to solve homelessness, stop human trafficking, create abundance and juvenescence, cure the virus we got these days, invent new energy-efficient modular dynamic architecture that you can print out of a 3D printer for cheap, (or something along these lines) THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP. The world LITERALLY doesn’t need you, squanderer.

Shut this thread DOWN, it’s an eyesore.

Heh, of course not all teachers can't do, but it's a lot that can't these days. I found Bill Mollison's stuff was very practical and sensible when I read it back in the day.

What I saw later was a whole bunch of feral hippies (who didn't like physical work) made it into a religion. My sister had a diploma or whatever in Permaculture and even set up gardens for people. She could never scratch up a decent feed from her own garden at any time though. It was always an overgrown mess. I don't think I ever saw a good Permaculture garden. Maybe we just had these kind of flakes in Oz, I don't know.

Not that I'm casting shade on yourself though. I know it could work very well if a bit of actual effort and thought is put in.

that's allotta words there.

What do you think it means?

This is why I hate smart people. You are fucking useless in t modular dynamic architecture that you can print out of a 3D printer for cheap, (or something along these lines) THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP. The world LITERALLY doesn’t need you, squanderer.

Shut this thread DOWN, it’s an eyesore.

Damn, son. Who attacked your butt with a chainsaw this morning?

It means I read as much of this thread as I couldn’t until I could no longer stand the nausea of relating to people complaining about something they have no right to complain about. I wrote a response to EVERYONE because this thread needs to die. All of you smart people should be ashamed of yourself. Y’all are nauseating to interact with. Yes, it’s your fault that you’re like that.