I've come to a conclusion. I spent most of my life being raised by a psychopath to whom emotions were just something to be manipulated and bruised, so I came to believe that feelings were stupid and ought to be suppressed to a degree. I began to value intelligence more and undertook to learn and learn. I enjoy it; I enjoy it a lot. I love learning foreign languages, studying history and so on, but I've realised something.
It makes me depressed.
I've spent so long trying to find people with whom to have meaningful, intelligent discussions and time and again I've come away empty-handed and miserable. The opposite sex in particular has no interest in it whatsoever. I've discovered that, after years of being natural, that wearing some makeup and shaving everything gets me way more attention than explaining the etymology of words does. I once worked with a class full of 4-6 year olds and all they want to do is play. Too much study makes them miserable. I then saw this is the rest of the world. Most people don't want to think; they want to feel. It's easy; it's obtainable and it costs nothing.
I'm sick of being alone and miserable and waiting for some philosopher prince or princess, because they just don't exist. Even the teachers with whom I worked had almost no interest in intellectual discussion. If not teachers then who; tell me who? Having a decent education is socially worthless - especially if you're female. So I'm not going to be the intelligent girl anymore; I'm going to be the pretty one. I've totally just given up trying to make people care about the things that I care about.
Having high intellect has been positively correlated with depression and loneliness. It's because people just don't care about it. People didn't like me when I was average looking and now they pay me attention over just the littlest bit of foundation and mascara. I've begun to regret being less girly than the other girls, because boys don't want intelligent girls; they want chicks they can **** and play with. Talking meaningfully makes them feel inferior; it puts them less at ease. That's when they run away, or just buy you more gifts to try make you sleep with them.
I'm tired of being miserable and lonely because I like books.
Other girls had the right idea all along.
It makes me depressed.
I've spent so long trying to find people with whom to have meaningful, intelligent discussions and time and again I've come away empty-handed and miserable. The opposite sex in particular has no interest in it whatsoever. I've discovered that, after years of being natural, that wearing some makeup and shaving everything gets me way more attention than explaining the etymology of words does. I once worked with a class full of 4-6 year olds and all they want to do is play. Too much study makes them miserable. I then saw this is the rest of the world. Most people don't want to think; they want to feel. It's easy; it's obtainable and it costs nothing.
I'm sick of being alone and miserable and waiting for some philosopher prince or princess, because they just don't exist. Even the teachers with whom I worked had almost no interest in intellectual discussion. If not teachers then who; tell me who? Having a decent education is socially worthless - especially if you're female. So I'm not going to be the intelligent girl anymore; I'm going to be the pretty one. I've totally just given up trying to make people care about the things that I care about.
Having high intellect has been positively correlated with depression and loneliness. It's because people just don't care about it. People didn't like me when I was average looking and now they pay me attention over just the littlest bit of foundation and mascara. I've begun to regret being less girly than the other girls, because boys don't want intelligent girls; they want chicks they can **** and play with. Talking meaningfully makes them feel inferior; it puts them less at ease. That's when they run away, or just buy you more gifts to try make you sleep with them.
I'm tired of being miserable and lonely because I like books.
Other girls had the right idea all along.
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