Diagnosed With Severe Intelligence: Trying to Live a Normal Life With Big Brains

It’s about time we talk about this rare condition.

Ever since I was a kid, I was always good at learning, retaining, and applying information that I acquired with my brain.

Counting to 20 with my eyes closed? Consider it counted.

Differentiating between a square, a circle, and a triangle in less than 4.3 seconds? Dunski.

Reciting the Pledge of Allegiance while dribbling two basketballs? Come on, give me break.

Growing up, my parents thought that something was just really, I don’t know, above average with me, so they took me to a plethora of doctors. Unfortunately, none of them could make heads or tails of my strange, egghead-y condition. The most they would do was simply sigh, roll their eyes, and utter something like “I’m afraid your insurance doesn’t cover a 4.0 grade average.”

As an adult, my social life was difficult at times. My “friends” treat me as little more than a dude who knows a lot of stuff, so I was always invited to trivia nights at pubs, and ONLY trivia nights at pubs. Instead of receiving funny, jokey texts throughout the day from buds, I only got questions like “how do I replace transmission on a 73 buick?” or “who was the King of Prussia during the Napoleonic…