I’m a genius. Yep, there it is. Can’t argue with it. The facts are right there in front of you.
What facts you ask?
Well, it’s really only one fact that makes me posolutely, absitively sure that I’m a bona fide member of the smart brigade.
Is your interest piqued?
I know I’m a genius because I’m not appreciated in my own time. Just like other great geniuses throughout history, my contemporaries are unable to see my incredible intellectual skillz, despite the fact that they’re staring everyone right in the face.
I mean, think about it. Leonardo Da Vinci invented all sorts of stuff, but no one was truly amazed by the breadth of his knowledge til he was long gone.
Vincent Van Gogh is arguably the greatest artist of any generation, but did his peers perceive him as a genius? No. They thought of him as the crazy guy who cut his ear off.
So, when people say to me, “You know, Scott, you’re a big moron, doo doo head who is very, VERY stupid.” I’ll just smile and look at them condescendingly.
That’s because I know that my unique brand of genius will be appreciated when I’m gone.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday you all will know my massive intellect and cower before it.
Yeah. Cower.
Of course I’ll be dead…