According to Nanay, talking to books doesn’t count as
socializing. So I went shopping for a group where brains aren’t optional. Came
across a high-IQ club where flexing neurons gets you in, not flirting. Yeah,
it’s called Mensa. Might give their non-verbal reasoning test a shot.
Just gotta show up and nod like I know what’s up. If
you see me double-nod, schedule my reincarnation, please.
I’m just gonna head upstairs and do the dishes real quick. Then I’ll treat myself to some classic Sherlock Holmes. Yep, the 1954 and 1984 ones. Might even squeeze in a shape puzzle or two before I snooze.
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Started the day with toast and black coffee, mostly
because of the rain. If it keeps going, tea’s next. Guess the rain had me in a strange mood. Next
thing I knew, I was knee-deep in a pile of grade 7 to 10 math and science
books. I didn’t plan to, but I just kinda felt pulled toward this box of
abandoned equations and science-y things. Funny thing is, while some folks
collect validation, I collect textbooks.
Thursday’s scribble. ✍️
I don’t know what hit me, but I feel inspired. Wasn’t
a feeling or anything, just kind of noticed my brain go from static to, like,
full-on fireworks. Kinda funny, looking back, that school never lit any spark
in me. I’d sit in class wondering if boredom could actually kill, and if so,
how many times I’d already died and wished I’d stayed unconscious. Weirdly, I
turn into a whole lightbulb when I learn on my own. Maybe that’s the part of
Newton that pulls me in the most.
Every time I open my laptop, this image makes an
entrance.
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According to Nanay, talking to books doesn’t count as socializing. So I went shopping for a group where brains aren’t optional. Came across ...
