tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11014765.post114711610252890572..comments2023-11-23T00:52:47.615+05:00Comments on maarmie's musings : More proof that I am a competitive assholemaarmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07208449053550101175noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11014765.post-1147235210843167072006-05-10T09:26:00.000+05:002006-05-10T09:26:00.000+05:00Ah, Sunny. Nice to see you are still kicking aroun...Ah, Sunny. Nice to see you are still kicking around. Jerry? At the Border's in Tallahassee? No, can't say I've ever met him. Sounds like I might like to, though...maarmiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07208449053550101175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11014765.post-1147232449976517792006-05-10T08:40:00.000+05:002006-05-10T08:40:00.000+05:00Have you ever met Jerry, the bald guy with glasses...Have you ever met Jerry, the bald guy with glasses who sits in the Borders cafe? He's cool. Good for that kind of philosophical talk that makes your head spin.Sunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13886930679731895017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11014765.post-1147149768911194032006-05-09T09:42:00.000+05:002006-05-09T09:42:00.000+05:00Let me make one thing clear: I thoroughly enjoy be...Let me make one thing clear: I thoroughly enjoy being a woman. I don't want to be a man. I never have. I never will. OK?<BR/><BR/>I think my problem is that I have too much testosterone and, *sniff sniff*, my dad always treated me like I wasn't as good (read: as smart) as the males in my family - presumably because I am female. But he has always been extremely competitive with me and once started yelling at me when I knew all the answers on Jeopardy. He didn't know any of them. I am guessing that my book knowledge surpassed his when I hit 10th grade or so, but he would never admit that I know anything. He always puts me down no matter what. <BR/><BR/>I think I am so very competitive with men (and only men - never women) because I am trying to prove I am as smart, as able, as capable as they are. Sad, but true. As my friend said, I'm just denigrating myself when I make such a show. As if I don't believe I am good enough on my own and that I have to put myself through some kind of rigorous testing to prove my equality. I'm talking about it here to shame myself into not doing it anymore. I love competition. I thrive on it and always will, but I need to go about it in a more positive (and less embarrassing) way. After all, the only one I am seeking approval from is my dad. I'm never going to get it, so what's the point?<BR/><BR/>Like I said in the essay, I wasn't testing my IQ or the other guy's by trying to get his watch. I was attempting to test street smarts and gullibility. Silly, silly - I know.maarmiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07208449053550101175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11014765.post-1147140193143859132006-05-09T07:03:00.000+05:002006-05-09T07:03:00.000+05:00I'm not sure if you made his day or ruined it. I l...I'm not sure if you made his day or ruined it. I love competition too, but my problem is I like the competition, I don't care too much if I win or lose. I prefer winning.The Misanthropehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15697151793588884333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11014765.post-1147138525031583102006-05-09T06:35:00.000+05:002006-05-09T06:35:00.000+05:00Expatriate curmudgeon editorialized unflatteringly...Expatriate curmudgeon editorialized unflatteringly on this personality type, thus:<BR/><BR/><I><A HREF="http://www.fredoneverything.net/AsianWomen.shtml" REL="nofollow">The default position of American women</A> is what men refer to as “the chip,” a veiled truculence, mixed with a not-very-veiled hostility toward men and a shaky sense of sexual identity. The result is a touchiness reminiscent of hungover ferrets. There is a bandsaw edge to them, a watching for any slight so that they can show that they aren’t going to take it. They are poised to lash out in aggressive defense of their manhood. As best as I can tell, they don’t like being women. Here is the entire problem in five words.</I>The Sanity Inspectorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04808433661634318393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11014765.post-1147130814616927572006-05-09T04:26:00.000+05:002006-05-09T04:26:00.000+05:00I don't really think this was an IQ test you told ...I don't really think this was an IQ test you told about. IQ tests are supposed to focus on the big head and not the little one. You took a lonely guy and played him. He probably would have let you borrow his car if you showed him your boobs.<BR/><BR/>There is not always a correlation between IQ and the ability to understand and control emotions. As you rightly pointed out, they might sometimes be inversely proportional: super-genius with no social skills - hygiene, appearance, conversation, etc. It's not unheard of.<BR/><BR/>Sometimes very smart people can seem very stupid if their emotions are stirred. They may not make good decisions in spite of their intelligence. Emotion trumps reason.<BR/><BR/>Take, for example, an obviously intelligent young woman who is intimidated by someone else's IQ number. She might just do something that is against her better judgment and her own sense of right and wrong. And I think you did, maarmie.<BR/><BR/>But I guess that's what the post is about. Right?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com