Quiet = Stupid, Apparently

“It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Shelly and I kicked back at Limey’s this afternoon with our second or third bitch-type session this week. Because Shelly, unlike myself, has a propensity for people, we found ourselves joined by two of her (rather enjoyable, even if they are human) friends. In the process of getting to know everyone, I found out something so amazing I had to share.

When Shelly first met me, she says she “kinda thought” I “might be stupid”. Apparently because I didn’t speak much.

For some reason I find this hysterical. How horribly snobbish am I to derive mirth from the very notion that anyone might think I was stupid?

Of course, I’d like to point out that my parents once worried I might have something wrong with me (they thought I might be retarded, I guess) when I was three because I hadn’t started to speak yet. Why is it that not babbling gets associated with stupidity?

Now, if she really wanted to judge my intelligence, I can point to no less than a dozen life choices that WOULD give her evidence of my lack of intelligence.

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I write. I take pictures. I love my dog. I love Florida. My 2016 book, 'Backroads of Paradise' did really well for the publisher and now I feel a ridiculous amount of pressure to finish the second book.