I live with the world’s smartest woman.
Have I had her tested, and been told she has a shockingly high IQ? No.
Has she shown exceptional skill or prodigious talent in some area? Not as of yet.
Does she run about, smugly solving adult problems, a la Nancy Drew? Nope.
SHE JUST KNOWS EVERYTHING.
No matter the topic, or the point at which she joins the conversation, or the people she’s talking to, she will respond the same way:
Even if she has just asked you a question, and you’ve given an answer, her ultimate response is, “I know.”
“Mom, how tall are you?”
“Six plus two is seven.”
“Um, no sweetie, it’s eight.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes it is.”
(We’ve contemplated getting her a t-shirt with “I know.” printed on it. To save time, primarily, but also it would just be kind of a cool, enigmatic saying, right?)
I like the kid’s moxie, her mojo, her self confidence.
But dear sweet jesus her lack of self doubt when confronted with logic drives me batshit crazy.
And no one will ever capture it with as much eloquence as Louis C.K. Enjoy!