“I love it out here, its so peaceful, wouldn’t you agree?”
I gave an approving nod. “So…I understand you’ve been preoccupied lately,” she said. “What exactly are you working on?”
I ceased walking and slowly moved my hands behind my head as I stared at the sky. I took a slight pause before proceeding to respond to her comment. “The exposition of peripheral cognitive enlightenment through subjugating neuronal activity via nanorobtics to decipher integral erudition about my congenital capacity to procure ideas, thoughts, and emotions.” I said expeditiously.
My mother, not surprisingly, stared blankly without uttering a response, not that I was expecting one. I decided a lucid answer would stimulate further conversation. “Basically, I am attempting to discover why my brain can obtain information from other people.” I said. …show more content…
It is evident that she disapproves of my decision, justifiably, but cannot unearth the correct retort to dissuade me. This, of course, did not prevent her from trying. “I just think that you have a wonderful opportunity and I would despair if it went to waste.” She said. “Neglecting your talents from the rest of the world is – well, its just selfish!”
This precise statement is why I disdain friendship and reject normal human relations. The opportunistic belief that I owe society, based on my elevated intelligence, is just absurd. I have faced this opposition before – from academics, researchers and other intellectuals – and my response is always the same. “The severe limitations of the human sensory system inhibits unbiased perception.” I said curtly. “Your opinion, is just that, an opinion. You are shackled by limitations of your cognitive processes; therefore, you cannot comprehend my perspective on reality.”
The infuriated look on my mother’s face portrayed genuine animosity. I did not intend for this outcome, frankly speaking, but it was inexorable considering the
I gave an approving nod. “So…I understand you’ve been preoccupied lately,” she said. “What exactly are you working on?”
I ceased walking and slowly moved my hands behind my head as I stared at the sky. I took a slight pause before proceeding to respond to her comment. “The exposition of peripheral cognitive enlightenment through subjugating neuronal activity via nanorobtics to decipher integral erudition about my congenital capacity to procure ideas, thoughts, and emotions.” I said expeditiously.
My mother, not surprisingly, stared blankly without uttering a response, not that I was expecting one. I decided a lucid answer would stimulate further conversation. “Basically, I am attempting to discover why my brain can obtain information from other people.” I said. …show more content…
It is evident that she disapproves of my decision, justifiably, but cannot unearth the correct retort to dissuade me. This, of course, did not prevent her from trying. “I just think that you have a wonderful opportunity and I would despair if it went to waste.” She said. “Neglecting your talents from the rest of the world is – well, its just selfish!”
This precise statement is why I disdain friendship and reject normal human relations. The opportunistic belief that I owe society, based on my elevated intelligence, is just absurd. I have faced this opposition before – from academics, researchers and other intellectuals – and my response is always the same. “The severe limitations of the human sensory system inhibits unbiased perception.” I said curtly. “Your opinion, is just that, an opinion. You are shackled by limitations of your cognitive processes; therefore, you cannot comprehend my perspective on reality.”
The infuriated look on my mother’s face portrayed genuine animosity. I did not intend for this outcome, frankly speaking, but it was inexorable considering the