People who know their IQ, and know it’s high, and aren’t afraid to admit it. I got in touch with, not just really clever people, but people who openly identify as being fearsomely intelligent. If any of the contestants on that show could see me through the TV screen - and maybe they can, they’re really clever - they’d think I was utterly pathetic. If I get one question right on University Challenge, I stand up and throw my arms up in the air, overwhelmed with pride at my borderline supernatural intelligence, sending my usually underwhelming dinner flying across the room. I often wonder how it must feel to be properly, amazingly intelligent - and also, how it must feel to be properly, amazingly intelligent and be surrounded by dull-witted slugs all the time, misunderstanding stuff and being proud of themselves for it. It was one of my defining characteristics when I was little, and the only positive one (the others were being very bad at throwing and having an unsettlingly adult-sized head from a very young age), so it was kind of a bummer when I turned out to be spectacularly average. I was quite clever when I was a kid, but when I was about 12 I plateaued and everyone else first caught up with, then overtook me.
