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thirdrategenius-blog · 6 years ago

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Okay, who is "ThirdRateGenius?"

I feel a brief back-story will help A LOT of people understand why I think or act the way I do.

There's a lot I don't know. I wasn't allowed to graduate high school because people lied, saying I was dangerous. Fortunately, a jury of my peers in a county court of law said, "No, he isn't." Unfortunately, the school system still threw me away, and wouldn't let me re-enroll.

In my late-20s, I went to a psychologist to discuss my attention problems. The battery of tests revealed, among other things, that my IQ was in the upper 99th percentile.

I began cognitive behavioral therapy, and began a prescription stimulant regimen, and was soon promoted at the restaurant I worked for. (I guess you could say I've always enjoyed "feeding the masses.")

In 2013, my father died under suspicious circumstances. His wife forgot to inform his only child about the death in the family. I imagine her forgetfulness was rooted in the fact that they didn't get married until he was medically declared "Class 5 Mentally Handicapped" -- the most extreme option on the doctor's clipboard. Until that moment, I don't think anyone had seen "Multiple Sclerosis" as a cause of death. Then again, no doctor, judge, or medical examiner even *looked* at his body before 'signing' the death certificate.

His mother died 6 months later. She collapsed at home and went to the hospital, where they assigned her to hospice. While her boyfriend was in the cab home to pick up clothes and toiletries, the hospital called to say those items would no longer be necessary.

After another six months, I was hospitalized for the 1st time in my life. Some unknown, debilitating gastrointestinal issue. A week later, they sent me home with no explanation.

A couple years later, I was hospitalized a 2nd time. After days of violent body convulsions & intermittent consciousness, I walked into the ER with 174/40 blood pressure. The admitting nurse seemed impressed with my ability to communicate & maneuver.

I spent 3 days in "No-Contact ICU." My friends and family had to put on surgical gowns, masks, and gloves before they walked through the 2nd set of sliding glass doors into my room. We were told it was 'just a precaution.'

Feeling I was about 3-quarts low, I suggested they run a "Paranoid Array," as I called it. (Aresnic, Cynide, Ricin, Organic Mercury, etc.) They laughed, but sent a nurse in muttering something like, "They don't think its necessary, so he'll probably have to pay for this one out-of-pocket." She drew LOTS of blood and left me to think about what I had done.

Two hours later, a few doctors came in without the 'proper attire' and informed my mother she could finally touch her child.

They hooked a 1-liter *glass* bottle into my IV; and informed me I'd be moved to a traditional room later that evening.

They never told me what, exactly was wrong with me. But, I also still haven't seen a bill from that Paranoid Array. (I'm guessing it was because doctors aren't used to laughing very often.)

The 3rd time I was hospitalized, it was entirely my fault. Suffice it to say, "I got into an entanglement of my own emotions." Yes, I have quite a bit to write about that particular experience, though it wasn't the first time my body informed me that our relationship wasn't quite over.

But that's for another post.

Today, I'm trying *desperately* to find a job of any kind. Any kind of income, whatsoever. Scrubbing toilets would be fine by this point... a bicycle being my only mode of transportation is, comically, the least of my worries.

No electricity at my house is complicating the job-hunt even more.

No running water is complicating my ability to sit, uninterrupted, in a public place to fill out online applications, check messages, or charge my phone & battery packs. Librarians, coffee shop employees & retail managers all have sensitive noses, apparently. Not to mention I probably handed them an application not too long ago.

Since there's no water, not having natural gas at the house only complicates heat & cooking. I sleep where the fireplace is, the living room, on the couch with my dog, Edison.

Until poverty, I would have never thought to use a residential fireplace to cook variety of pasta or rice along with various other canned or dried 'somewhat edibles.' I even went so far as to attach a few anchors and 'support systems' for racks, hooks, bars, etc.

Though, lately, no income has translated the same amount of food, which I'm told is supposed to be important for some random human function.

In the interim, I'm sticking to my go-to stress relief: writing. And picking up some new hobbies along the way: Carpentry & woodworking, drawing (digital & paper), and photography. Obviously, the 'electricity issue' doesn't allow much improvement for some a couple of those, but my sanity's in triage over here.

LAST THING, I SWEAR: If you can't tell, I'm VERY new to Tumblr...

Twitter has been my medium of choice lately, so feel free to stalk me there if you're really interested in knowing now..

There's a few things on Instagram, too.

I've posted maybe 1 comment on Reddit & still setting up a "ThirdRateGenius" page on Facebook...

And, uh. my Grindr & Scruff profiles have been around for a while, but those aren't exactly for everyone... but, if you're in the area, you should be warned: I'm not on my ADHD meds these days.

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