Would it be arrogant if I called myself a genius?
Probably. But I’m an arrogant kind of guy.
It takes one to know one. (It takes one to drink one too)
Before reading further. I really implore you to listen/watch this is full. Is it Chesney? Yes.
Get in the mood or the rest of the post won’t make sense! Better still, have a tipple, put it on and read while you listen.
I spent my childhood having premonitions, these ideas that would haunt me, and then later I would read that some great honcho back in the day had the same idea and became famous for it. It happened with such regularity that often it felt like I was reading my own thoughts. Wittgenstein, Jung, Spinoza and more. I loved God with the intensity of Jesus, with the depth of Vivekananda and the fire of Mohammed. Later in life, another story, I met him (several times). Yes, really, no Bull Sh… Yes, it’s another story. Tune in, subscribe, someday it will be told.
Somewhere along the way, I forgot all about it. I just wanted to be normal. It isn’t easy being inhabited by ideas with the potency of lightening bolts. When thousands of them can pass through you in an instant. There is a tendency to try and block it, and then when that doesn’t work, to drink it to oblivion. And I got really good at that. I have a PhD in fact.
And today, I feel like an under average, balding, over weight, extra-ordinary fuckup. Normalcy achieved, with a little too much efficiency. I am a fucking genius!
I am a Ferrari stuck in first gear and someone stole my mojo. The red changing to grey, in the trash heap of human history.
However things may soon change. (Yeah, we tell ourselves stories)
There is a yearning, a calling for the freak to reappear.
Will he arise, not three days, but three decades later?
The only barrier is fear.
We are all genius. Yes, dear reader. So are you.
Cliché I know.
You are the one and only.
[search your heart. You know it]
Give yourself a big hug (or a wank) and me a high five. (before you wank!)
(Thank you)
And if I be so bold, I probably know each and one of you reading this.
And you are a genius.
(Your welcome)
Sorry my friends. Few typos here and there. I don’t have an editor.