I finished a book by Gary Mathews titled "Little Red Rooster." Good book, sort of a first-person coming of age story for a young smart-ass in a small town. In a bizarre twist, the main character (Burris Weems- great name!) befriends a guy at his summer job whose girlfriend has a trans-gender father (mother?)... sort of.
Apparently the girl's father, "Gene," was married for years and occasionally dressed up in his wife's clothes (who doesn't?) While not gay in the catcher/pitcher sense, Gene decides to pursue his true self by having surgery done to become a woman. Like, all the surgery. As in, doctors removed his wang and replaced it with... a vagina-like thing. (don't even want to think about that.) His doctors made him wait a year to perform the surgery, as they wanted to make sure he was certain as the surgery was irreversible.
Gene was smart enough to tell the doctors what they wanted to hear and went through with the surgery. Then he regretted it in every sense of the word and lived a miserable and depressed life, dependent on his daughter to take care of him and provide minimal emotional support to keep him from killing himself. Which, in the end, he does anyway (and Burris packs him in the trunk of a car with icebags as part of a crazy scheme to get with the daughter. Yeah, weird.).
So Gene was smart enough to get his way and what he thought he wanted, but dumb enough that he had no idea of what he really wanted in life. Think about it: had he been smarter he would have realized that the surgery was a terrible idea and not gone through with it. Had he been dumber he wouldn't have been able to convince the doctors to perform the surgery.
Putting the sex-change them aside, how many of you feel like you live in a gray zone somewhere between too dumb and too smart? I think I do. I've asked some of my friends if they could choose to be dumb but happy would they do it. They all say no. Why? Would you make that trade? Peace and contentment at the low price of your self-awareness and wits.
I still feel most of you wouldn't trade your smarts for peace, but what if I threw in another bone: say, a great sense of humor? Better looks? What would it take?
I for one think I'm close enough to the boundary to just work on my smarts some and get out of the gray zone. I know a few people who could stand to be just a bit dumber, too.
Smart or dumb, however, I ain't cuttin' off my wiener.
PS did you read about the dude that hooked up with Christine O'Donnell?