Einstein on Crack

And I thought I had issues...

Recently, my Mensa membership came up for renewal, and I was contemplating if I should shell out the $52 fee so I can have the privilege of carrying around a gay little laminated card (which, I don't do ... anymore) and read their cutesy little monthly magazine, the Mensa Bulletin (ranked right up there with Reader's Digest for fine bathroom reading literature). Oh yes, and dine locally with other members.

As a Mensa member, you would think I would learn quickly from past mistakes... but oh, no. Not me. Not this genius.

Two years ago, I went to my first Mensa dinner. 15 seconds into the restaurant where the dinner was being held, I was in a full on anxiety attack as I realized that the wife and I probably lowered the average age by about 20 years. While the people were very interesting as individuals, and only a small percentage of them were actually pocket-protector wearing geeks, I got absolutely nothing out the group as a whole. In a word, BORING.

Discouraged, I decided to wait a while, and maybe try again down the road. Like, when I am 87.

So, earlier tonight, while procrastinating doing my biochem homework and prompted by the email renewal reminder, I decided to see if there have been any changes to the Mensa web site and if there was anything new in my local group that might interest me. (Like I said, not a fast learner.) I quickly discovered that there was a new Special Interest Group for Mensans added recently: Mensans with ADD/ADHD.

This, I thought, has to be good! I eagerly clicked over to the online order form, submitted my $52, and then requested my password to be resent because genius here forgot it.

1 minute later, I am sitting here at my desk having a brain hemmorhage because I am trying to follow the conversation thread.

It was like listening to Good Will Hunting after drinking 97 cans of Red Bull. Nothing like 100 people firing off intellectual jokes and then forgetting to tell the punch line and instead discussing the chemical components of rocket fuel.

Actually ... it wasn't too different from a conversation with my mother.

I think I'll stick to watching the Family Guy reruns and looking at pictures of gorillas with nipple fetishes for my intellectual stimulation.

Posted by LA at February 28, 2005 10:15 PM