![](/static/253f0d9b/assets/icons/icon-96x96.png)
![](https://lemmy.ml/pictrs/image/d3d059e3-fa3d-45af-ac93-ac894beba378.png)
Was “gifted” in elementary school. Was offered to take the ACT at 12. Got a 17 overall, 23 on math specifically. Praised as “so smart” by everyone during childhood. Puberty came with crippling depression and anxiety. Also high levels of ADHD. Fell into drugs. Almost failed out in 10th grade, before my geometry teacher realized I was re-teaching his class as soon as he was done, so I just got to teach the lessons for a passing grade. Ended up dropping out of highschool because I got tired of having to sit through re-teaching of basic stuff (thanks No Child Left Behind.) Aced GED, ended up working random shit until scraping my life back together. Went to school, got degree in Electrical Engineering. Blah blah blah. Solved my depression and anxiety in my early 30s, find out it was hiding Ass Burgers (ASD) yaaay.
I have little trouble understanding things. From machines to relationships. I can fix most of the stuff I own. I also have little trouble explaining things in terms that the person I am talking to understands. I consume information voraciously. I have escaped most addiction, but a good book can derail me in the same sense that a single drink can cause a drunk to fall off the wagon. I am hard-coded to be polite, friendly, and kind in public, so I am generally well liked. I know I am usually the smartest person the room, but I generally don’t care. It just means I’ll pick up on things quicker. That’s all. It means nothing if I am not useful. Also, for some reason I can act as if I were in drama classes my whole life for no reason. I have no idea why. Life is weird and none of this stuff matters. Leave a positive impact on everyone you meet.
Thanking his lucky stars he somehow memed his way into a career.