So this one time, Stephen Hawking and I were discussing the pros

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So this one time, Stephen Hawking and I were discussing the pros and cons of classical era stoicism, and we both stopped and sighed after a while and said "sometimes it seems like life would just make more sense if we didn't have such massive I.Q.'s". And then I laughed, and at that exact moment my bipolar disorder kicked in and I became terribly depressed and started reminiscing about the things in life that made me sad. How most people don't have an I.Q. of 150, and aren't geniuses like myself, has really made life difficult for me over the years. I've fought time and time again with brainwashed religious fools (many of whom were, dare I say, people of color). I also thought back to the time when I would correct the malodorously incorrect things teachers would say in high school. The nature of my mind exists in a different plane of existence when my bipolar disorder kicks in, but when combined with my schizophrenia I become a cold, calculating, heartless genius. I remember by the age of three I had a firm grasp of quantum mechanics, and I already had a disdain for things the lessers enjoyed like sports and sex. Sex makes no sense to me, but maybe it's simply because I've never met a partner with a sufficient I.Q. to stimulate me. According to the last online I.Q. test I took (I take them weekly), my I.Q. is 162. Not too bad, but unfortunately the way I speak has evolved past what many people can understand, and so when I try to explain things like how the higgs boson field has already collapsed and we are all doomed to die, nobody listens. Or maybe they just don't care. Nihilism, am I right?