My boyfriend is, hands down, the smartest person I know. Insufferably so. He can fix just about any problem that’s presented to him. He does calculus in his head. He can outsmart anyone in a debate. He baffles the mind. He’s not human. There are times, however, when I can get the better of him. Especially when it comes to words. It’s not that he’s bad with words–he’s amazing, actually, and thoroughly enjoys etymology almost as much as I do. He just sometimes has a hard time grasping the word he’s supposed to use.
The Hippy (while talking about something highly political that I have long since forgotten… probably wasn’t even listening): Blah blah blah Manga Carta.
DK: *blank stare*
TH:Well, am I wrong?
DK: Probaby not, but your point would probably be stronger if you didn’t call it the Manga Carta.
Because The Hippy is so damned smart, I often feel like an idiot. It feels really, really good to come up with the snippy comment or have a great idea, even if it happens once in a blue moon. I know he feels a little proud when I show some smarts, but he also hates it when I come up with something he didn’t come up with first. I think that happened yesterday when we were making grilled cheese and turkey sandwiches…
DK: I left the knife on top of the pile in case you wanted to use it again.
TH: Oh, so you just thought I’d want another sandwich, huh? That’s awfully pretentious of you.
DK: I think you mean presumptuous. *Pause* That was pretentious.
TH: Yeah, thanks for giving me that example…
At which point I promptly went back to my role of being the village idiot. It’s a role I’ve been in my entire life; it’s where I’m most comfortable.