Metaphysic Storm

Many people believe that intelligence is an inherited trait. IQ tests aren’t a black and white indication of ones intelligence because intelligence has a wider spectrum of applications than algebra, language and geometry, but it’s our best objective guide to date. After I took my first professional IQ test and scored 125, without any collage education, my parents instantly became proud of me. To them it was obvious that they had a huge part in fostering my above average score. I think my father believes he simply scared the brains into me and that some form of intelligence osmosis occurred from being around his Green Beret circuit friendly endeavors. My mother, on the other hand, mentioned that she believes my grandfather could do large mathematical equations in his head, though the calculations always ended in the hundredth of cent.

I love my parents and they provided many wonderful gatherings and celebrations but I can’t remember them stimulating me intellectually. At best, my dad would play chess with me during the commercials of M.A.S.H. We played a few hundred games and I lost every time. I don’t know how I didn’t get discouraged or why my dad didn’t help me out. Twenty years later my opening game is extremely strong against people who don’t have the openings memorized but my end game is still a child’s play. My mom is a nurse and was pleased to label me a doctor and give me the visible man; what’s cooler than a plastic miniature nude man with removable parts? My guess is that the most beneficial thing they did was to have an extremely dysfunctional relationship which caused me to become “more objective” in my judgments of them and therefore myself. Their relationship also sent me through constant changes, moving back and forth, from school to school, which forced me to adjust to a wide variety of situations, become proficient in making new friends and adapt to new social norms (probably one of the most complicated things in the universe). I laugh to myself when I hear my parents blame me for me switching from parent to parent because “I liked the rules of the other parent better.” The truth is that I felt the need to spend time with both of my parents and my moving conveniently coincided during the times they were going to ship me to military school or rewrite their TOUGHLOVE® contract. The downside of my parents beneficial dysfunctional relationship is that I don’t even have one memory of my mother and father having a conversation. I recently asked them why they don’t talk and they both said, “what do we have in common?” Continue Reading »