I have to face it: I have a second-class brain.
Of course, we can’t all be geniuses, but I want to be super-intelligent so badly I can taste it. I want to know everything. Well, everything except boring stuff like who are the Kardashians and who played Pugsley in the Addams Family. Real stuff.
But no matter how hard I try, I just can’t get my head around science.
What’s sad about it is that I’ve always thought of myself as bright. I’ve got a reasonably high IQ, but it just isn’t enough. I’m constantly frustrated by my inability to understand concepts that others take for granted.
The universe, for instance. How can it be expanding if there’s nothing outside it? How can it be something that’s not three-dimensional if the things it contains – stars, planets etc. – are clearly three-dimensional objects? How can you travel (theoretically) through space in a straight line and end up where you started?
Or atoms. Why do they all join together to make things? They’re mindless objects who don’t know what they’re doing, so what makes them decide to join up in a certain way to make different things, such as an elephant or an egg?
Or cells. If all our cells have the same DNA, how do they know they’re supposed to be hair or blood or part of a leg? And why are my brain cells incapable of figuring it out when other people’s can?
My mind is filled with questions that I won’t live long enough to answer. I know that one day I’ll be lying on my death-bed saying, “But there’s still so much I want to learn!”
I don’t deserve to travel through life second-class.
Anyway, I must go. I’m off to play Candy Crush Saga and check Google to see who played Pugsley. I still don’t care about the Kardashians, though.