So have a look at the following list of sums.
10 + 10 =
8+ 4 =
2 x 5 =
12 x 2 =
10 – 5 =
30 + 60 =
Look at it again and time yourself.
How long did it take you?
Now imagine for a second that there was no timer.
And imagine there was no real pay-off to completing the sums.
They’re all really easy and there’s no pressure and there’s no reward.
That’s how it feels to have a high IQ.
I don’t want to offend anyone or sound arrogant that I think I’m smarter than some people and my IQ was never THAT high, it’s just in the upper echelons, (the lower end of the high end.)
But my whole life felt like a list of sums like this.
It all seemed really obvious and easy with no real payoff.
I realised that I didn’t want a parent or teacher’s approval for completing a list of sums they’d come up with (quite often with no real conviction or passion,) because they need to give you content to keep themselves validated as well as maintain their responsibility to you.
There was no real difference in gaining approval and not gaining it.
I’d quickly scribble all the answers down on the worksheet and spend the next hour and a half drawing an elaborate maze of warriors and monsters.
Teachers didn’t seem to mind because I’d disrupt less of the others if I was busy.
Even until year 9 the teachers would give me extra work to keep me from annoying other children.
By the time I was in martial arts (full-time) I was so used to doing my own thing and learning in my own way that it didn’t seem ridiculous to start teaching while I was still learning. It gave me plenty more time to work on the things I wanted to work on instead of just whatever they were doing in that particular class at that particular school. I would do a morning or midday class and learn some stuff and then back to drilling it that afternoon with one of my students or training partners.
I have learned repeatedly that people didn’t appreciate my off-the-grid style. I’ve learned that people will make rash judgments based on the little that they see of you. This taught me a valuable thing about people:
It’s easier for them to label you, than it is for them to do more investigating and more work.
If people said I didn’t train enough, they weren’t up at sunrise to see me training.
People thought I didn’t know what I was teaching, they weren’t at my classes they didn’t even know what we were working on.
People disregarded concepts like ‘trapping’ and ‘dynamic footwork’ and my constant focus on reality scenarios above competition.
It was easier for them to call me a name than it was to investigate what the hell I was on about.
And in hindsight and through the guidance of elders and mentors I was able to see that people ‘justified’ their hostility because my success made them feel fear, made them feel threatened.
And we exist in a world where two wrongs make a right.
So in the face of your haters, keep in mind, you may not have done anything to them: but you definitely hurt them. Some people are more sensitive than others. Some people are particularly sensitive to their own failure.
And there’s you, waving your success in their face.
It fucking KILLS them. And they have to retaliate.