Because I Desire.
I have a new friend and she’s in Mensa! She told me about it a month or so ago when we were at a karaoke night in the neighborhood. We were about two shots of Jameson’s and three beers into the evening when it came up.
You know. I’m in Mensa.
I was instantly intimidated and began replaying the night in my head to make sure I hadn’t said anything stupid. I had always watched myself because I knew she was a reader. The first real conversation we ever had was about Charles Bukowski and it ended with her loaning me her book. If you know me, and most of you do, I am a complete dictator nazi stalinist commie pinko bastard when it comes to my books. I very rarely loan my books. Only the most scrutinized and trusted of my friends borrow my books. When they return the books (and they’d better) the books are checked for damage. If there are any damages other than the normal expected wear and tear, there will be no more loaning of books. Book borrowing is a serious business.
Holding V’s book and completely excited about my new friend, I thought, “She loves me.”
We were co-workers at the now defunct Cattyshack, and we bonded. We started hanging out on a regular basis, even after Cattyshack bit it … which led to her eventual drunken confession of being in Mensa. As I said, I was initially intimidated, but I worked it out. However, I had become obsessed with Mensa. What exactly was Mensa? How did one get into Mensa? What did it really mean to be in Mensa?
Could I get into Mensa?
I started researching and I found a practice test. Half an hour and thirty questions later, I had my results.
You have a good chance of qualifying for Mensa.
I instantly Facebooked two of my smartest friends.
I don’t know about E and our friend C, but I’ve decided to give it a shot.
I’ll keep you posted.
April 4th, 2009 at 10:05 am
i had to re-read that and make sure it didn’t say “i facebooked my 2 smartest friends” because, uh, i wasn’t facebooked
April 5th, 2009 at 9:25 pm
My beagle was in MENSA. For humans, you have to walk and chew gum at the same time to qualify. For hounds you have to take a crap and howl your lungs out simultaneously; it is called a CROWL. Bernie was king of the crowl and, thus, king of Mensa. Plus, he was really fond of the word penultimate. Smart pooch.
April 11th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
[...] I’m doing it. I’m am officially attempting to qualify for Mensa. [...]
October 14th, 2009 at 5:41 pm
You have always been smart. I’ve always been jealous of that. I studied all night and you…well… you did something else and you still killed me in grades in high school. Go for it girls!
October 14th, 2009 at 7:11 pm
Hi Karen! Thanks for reading!
And, I’m pretty sure that whatever it was I was doing, it was with PH in the back room of the camera shop.