There is no shortage of people seeking to organize a seemingly random and impersonal universe into meaningful patterns.
Consider Fred Rogers (aka Mr. Rogers).
Fred weighed himself one day and found the magic number to be 143 pounds (sans his trademark sweater).
He decided that the numbers 1-4-3 match the number of letters in the words “I-love-you”. For the rest of his life he struggled to keep his weight at a perfect 143.
That’s random, dude. Not to mention difficult, diet-wise.
My magic number is…
145
You guessed it. My IQ. I’m sure you’ve noticed that 1-4-5 matches the number of letters in the words “I sure smart”.
A confession. I scoured the Internet for an IQ test that would give me the highest result possible, finally settling on “IQ Tests for the Fifth Child of Five Who Went Unnoticed as a Toddler, Beaten Up as a Youth and Dateless as an Adult.”
So be it. My intellectual “weight” is 145 and, as with Mr. Rogers, keeping it there will be a challenge.
The problem is that I’m getting smarter ever day. When it comes to learning, I’m sponge-worthy.
Why, yesterday I learned that hippos are deadly and water buffalo are very cranky. And did you know that the earliest known camels grew up in North America? Finally, the flying squirrel has two thumbs, one pointing upwards, that serves as an air foil.
Yesterday my mind ingested 8000 intellectual calories and boy, I was so stuffed I took a nap.
My IQ is now 145.000012. Yikes! Can’t let it get too high. I usually watch a few episodes of Two Broke Girls to bring it down a notch.
It’s comforting to know we don’t live in a meaningless universe.
My IQ is 7. The number of letters in the word cookies. I am good with that.
Ha. Brownies for me.
I’ve never had my IQ tested, under the “ignorance is bliss” theory.
I got my dog to do the test. I was afraid to.
My birth date is completely odd numbers so I have dedicated my life to being odd in every way. So far it is working very well and I don’t need to watch my weight or my IQ. Very funny post!
My IQ is really my age.