Pretty Much a Genius: I Have Proof
I am participating in the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge. Today’s letter is P.
When I decided on a name for my blog, it was because I knew that I would have a random collection of posts. I didn’t have just one niche. I don’t write just about health. I don’t write just about education. And I don’t write just about parenting. Some days, I write about condoms. And other days, I do vlogs about how to attend a Twitter party.
I looked for something that would explain why my mind is going a million miles a minute and why I couldn’t find my keys or couldn’t remember to take my grocery list with me. It’s not because I have three kids and have this so-called “mommy brain.” I refuse to accept that my children have sucked the intelligence or common sense out of me. No way.
Instead, I am a genius. I am a genius, and I cannot waste my time thinking about menial issues like whether or not I locked the car or fed the dogs. I have too much else going on in my head.
And look, I have proof. First, there’s Einstein. We can all pretty much agree that he was a genius, right? Look what he says about the matter:
Here’s my desk. Clear cut evidence: I’m a genius.
For my friends and family who think that maybe I’m just a little off my rocker? Well, I have an answer to that, too:
What genius tendencies do you have?
