[ignorance is bliss]
In House M.D., there once was an episode about a man with whom I sometimes can easily identify. James Sidas, an exceptionally brilliant physicist and author who traded his successful career for a job as a courier. For him, his intelligence was an unbearable burden and caused depression and addiction.
Granted, I am not an exceptionally bright physicist, but sometimes I do get this wild desire to become a blonde.
We watch videos of them on YouTube and laugh at their complete ignorance of stuff – like knowing that France is actually a country, and not just a town… I laugh, but sometimes I also envy them. They breeze through life, seemingly without a care, because most of the time, only girls who are well tended for can afford to remain a blonde. If you have to survive in this world, you’ll study.
A lot of people told me that I am too smart for my own good. Most of the time it was said jokingly, but we have a saying in Russian: “In every joke there’s a bit of a joke.” (Meaning, the rest is truth.)
The problem is – I like studying and learning new things. I like to be “in the know.” I like the feeling when someone asks a question and I’ve got the answer for that question. I like sharing my knowledge with others.
I want to be a blonde.
I don’t want to be a blonde.
Hamlet makes an entrance: “to be or not to be, that is the question.”