Men(r)sa Vain

Ok. Ok. I'm bored. After my accident last Friday, all I seem to be doing is popping pills of different colours (which I must confess is kinda fun, I can pretent to be a substance abuser at last,) physiotherapy and checking email. Since the year's drawing to an end, work's literally slowed down to a trickle and everyone's begun to send holiday greetings via email that take up the precious little 450MB of mailbox space that I get.

Thea popped in today to drive me to my physio appointment. On the way, we talked about a whole bunch of stuff, but most importantly about IQ scores. She asked me what my IQ score was, and I told her I didnt remember exactly, but I did take a test in highschool and the score was around 150. I also told her that I joined Mensa, but quit soon after, since every one was hell bent on proving how damn smart they were and I just dont like to flaunt.

Well, you have nothing to worry about. People, esp. guys begin to lose about 3-5 points a year after they hit 24-25, she said. You mean I could actually become more stupid, without knowing anything about it, I quipped. She smiled. It was a devious kind of smile, with part malice and part satire mixed in. I wondered if she was jealous of the fact that I could always hold my own in Scrabble, when we played. Maybe she was secretly banking on this aging phenomenon that was partial to men, to beat me some day.

After she brought me back home, I knew what I wanted to do. I would take an IQ test online. So I scoured the web for the most difficult IQ test I could find. Even willing to pay the $20 that I was being scammed to part with. But the things we do for vanity.

30 minutes later, I had completed my test. I got an email with my detailed results. The score was pretty good, apparently in the top 1% of all humans. The report says that I am very good at Math, Spatial Skills, Logic, Memory, Utilization, Intuition and Computational Speed. I was super happy, atleast someone believes in my native talents, even if I have to pay them to get that vote of confidence.

So, the next thing to do was to call Thea. I did.

Hey Thea, guess what?, was my opening line. You took the test, didnt you?, was her reply. Awkward silence followed by guffaws of laughter. I cannot believe this, I've been played by a wannabe shrink, I told her. Hey, it got you to laugh, she said.

Yep. It got me to laugh. Thank you Thea!