Dru and I went for drinks last night and he mentioned this article. I know that sounds incredibly, incredibly obnoxious. I wouldn’t call myself smart, but “overthinker” isn’t much of a stretch.
Mostly I’m sharing because of this quote:
“At some point in your life, you got pegged as a smart person. From then on, that was your principal identity: The Smart One. Especially if you had a sibling who was better-looking than you, in which case she (or he) was The Pretty One.”
It reminds me of the time when my grandmother’s best friend was introducing someone to me and my sisters. She said: "This is Amanda. This is Nicole. And this is the one I call “The Beauty.”"
Oh, by the way, we were at my grandmother’s wake.