posted on Nov, 6 2007 @ 06:05 AM
If you're so clever, why ain't you happy?
Here, for what it's worth are my opinions, and the reasons why I hold them.
Children of average and slightly above-average intelligence do pretty much the same, I think. Slower children may be less happy, because they are made
aware of their slowness and teased about it, and are often frustrated by their ability to grasp what seems so easy to their schoolmates. Children of
above-average intelligence are probably the unhappiest of all. They can see the ramifications and consequences of things far better than their peers,
but lack the objectivity and distance that adulthood brings, so events and people around them affect them more intensely, sometimes to the point of
trauma. I suspect (though I've no figures for this) that cases of obsessive-compulsive disorder are probably more common among children of unusual
intelligence.
Adults are a different story.
Adults of lower-than-average intelligence, unless born to privilege, will be educationally deprived, lack knowledge about the world, lack insight,
skills and sophistication. They will not be able to exert much control over their lives. These things are liable to make them unhappy, and more likely
to blame others for their unhappiness.
Adults of average intelligence will be, perhaps, averagely unhappy. At any rate, there will be considerable overlap between these two 'average'
populations for statistical reasons. I say 'unhappy' because a human being of average intelligence is really an absurdly stupid animal, a vibrating,
yattering bundle of ego and resentment and misunderstanding, oozing hatred and fear and prejudice.
Intelligent people come in two varieties. This is because, as clever people grow up, they tend to do so in one of two ways.
One kind place more and more reliance on their intelligence to get them through life. This is more likely to happen if they are exceptionally
intelligent or talented in one particular area, such as energy physics, music or chess. They become specialists and will often be highly respected in
their field. Consequently, they have every incentive to invest more and more of themselves in that talent, letting other life skills atrophy. The
final result of this is a Tesla, a Beethoven or a Bobby Fischer: an unhappy misfit who is entirely reliant on a single ability to get them through
life, and cannot function without someone else to tie their shoelaces and wipe their bottoms for them. These are, for the most part, very unhappy
people -- and serve them right too, says I.
The other kind of very intelligent person acquires street smarts, or empathy, or psychological insight, or PR skills, or whatever you want to call it.
Such folk are versatile: they leaven their specialization with a sprinkling of other interests and abilities, they cast the net of their perception as
wide as possible. They know how important it is to learn to live, to get the best out of evry experience. They are alive to human dynamics and human
issues: they know how to deal with other people and can often be subtly manipulative. Some, especially the female ones, are clever enough to know how
important it is not to seem too clever.
These are the folk who get ahead in the world, who get things done, who make the decisions. They are the happiest people on the planet, because they
are the most engaged and the most fulfilled, and most of all because what they say goes. All other things being equal, they live the longest and have
the most and the most attractive sexual partners. And so they should; such people are the flower of the human race.