I was going to start in here with some sort of rant about how intelligence is a curse and how people would be better off as chimps or wolves, and far better off as painless non-feeling amoebae, but as it turns out, I don't think there's any scientific data to back me up on that one. For all I know, people of greater than or equal to average intelligence may actually be happier than those that are below that mark - in fact I think I remember reading something that suggested that there is some kind of correlation like that. So I'm not going to go into how my specific 'the world must be like me' bias makes me assume that every person of any better-than-average neurological functioning is depressed and misanthropic. Rather, I'm going to talk about why I SPECIFICALLY think intelligence is something of a curse FOR ME. If I were at least at an IQ of <90 etc., I am sure that almost none of these circumstances would apply to me.
My brain has become such a little snob that most conversations tend to force me into that awkward state in between sleeping and living. Nothing stimulates me in conversation but things that only old people and mythical 'scholars' talk about. If I were not at my current level of intelligence, perhaps I wouldn't immediately start liking football, but at the same time, I wouldn't need such outsider interests to actually stay awake.
I don't mean to imply that anyone religious is an imbecile, I just mean that my brain has too many in-built defence mechanisms towards religion. These 'if God can cause itself why can't the universe's and 'How can a just God make a universe so horrible's really wreck every attempt at conversion I undergo, and in my opinion, stop me from experiencing any of the benefits of religion. Big Daddy who isn't your Daddy in heaven to love you, a large fanbase to mingle with and feel at home with, and a free ticket to imagining miraculous places without the inevitable 'that could never happen' and the subsequent depression.
Getting good grades in school has given me this ingrained, rather disgusting superiority complex. In every conversation, every day of the week, I am so acutely aware of the ways in which I have beaten such and such that I feel as if I am wasting my time. And what happens when the superiority complex is - goodness gracious me! - invalidated? I freak out, and feel this hot little well of hatred seething inside me. This would not happen if I had an IQ of 90. The outcome would be too hilarious for it to be possible.
Now you may say that if I were mildly retarded, then I might breed, so the large amount of bullshit I suffer is probably justified. But at an intelligence level where I would be legally recognised as disabled, however, I am quite certain that my sexual prospects would be just around nil. So bla bla bla bla I'm not dead, but don't have enough free time to write here, sorry.