Too smart for my own good

Last evening husband and I had a difference of opinion. We usually get along with each other, but something I said inspired him to reach the boiling point. Evidentally, it irritates him that I'm always right.

So, he's vowed to call me Mrs. Duh from now on instead of my real name. That's okay, because I'm still right.

It's an awesome responsibility, always having to correct people, especially people who can't spell, who have difficulty remembering simple things such as names, addresses, telephone numbers, and who people are. It's a huge burden to carry around all that knowledge. One's head gets very heavy and the pressure to always have the correct answer is terrible.

I can remember when I was in school that I always wanted to be first with all the answers. This didn't always happen, but I made it a goal to acquire as much knowledge as I could over the span of a lifetime.

I've reached the point in my life that I have a tendency not to keep my mouth shut when I know some bit of trivial baggage. I guess it's from many years of watching Jeopardy and other game shows. I love to shout out the answers and I tend to do this with other people unknowingly and automatically. It's a burden that sometimes gets me in hot water. Like last night. I should have just bitten my tongue rather than speak out! (I really don't remember what I said, but it must have been something really irritating to get the response it did.)

I guess I offend some people, including husband, but it's hard for a Type A personality to change their spots. I will always strive for all the correct answers (if I don't know, I will look it up and remember it for next time) because it's in my nature.

Knowledge is power, so I guess filling my head with all this trivial garbage is my way of being powerful.