and if you do the math it’s brutal. For say you are in that 99th percentile let’s even say you’re near that infinite line on the bell curve IQ 160 or greater (and let’s not get into other intelligence how success relates to emotional maturity environment drive and persistence) that translates to oh let’s say the 99.997th percentile—why in this big world of ours that means about a quarter of a million people are just like you… And a label is a label anyway they pigeonhole you they categorize and everything has its place its purpose and if you want to be alone go ahead say to yourself: I am different unique special the rules don’t apply… and see where that gets you (the cost if you do get away with it). Or play humble and pretend that you’re no different than anybody else and you’re still living a dream that nobody else sees. So it’s nothing to take pride about—it just isolates you—and whether you brag or practice humility the bell curve the statistics dominate the preponderance of the evidence and the riches the true treasure is not to be found there

so the uncle says:

if you look at it I’ve always belonged to the government. I was born on an Air Force base outside of D.C. traveled all over the states and overseas living on Air Force bases received an AFROTC scholarship in physics to attend Tulane served ten months and then was medically discharged with severance pay and now I work for the VA while receiving VA disability—funny how I like to look at it now how Uncle Sam buys a copy of my five major works so far to date every day on Amazon Kindle and it’s like I receive the royalties from that—at least I like to look at it that way like I receive my disability check for something and call me crazy if you say I have my hand out but at least I work for’em too and it’s funny how I take none of it seriously though I should just like how I arrived at Tulane and signed my oath to the military for a full scholarship that provided a free ride plus room and board and a stipend of $150 a month which I used for beer money how I almost didn’t make it applying to Tulane after the deadline when I thought my ROTC scholarship was in jeopardy because of a DUI (don’t try to drive onto a military installation drunk) but it was because of my scholarship that the charges were dropped and the records expunged and I was gonna go to Duke but when the ROTC branch at Tulane called and said use the scholarship in New Orleans I said: Okay… and it was the physical fitness test and mile and half run that scared me (I had to pass them before the semester started to activate my scholarship) I was afraid I couldn’t run a mile and a half in under eleven minutes had to pass that damn thing every semester to keep my scholarship.  And four years later a broken ankle from a drunken Mardi Gras episode would delay my commissioning–I couldn’t run on it, hell I could barely walk…

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