Thank You For Good Smart Friends

Smart people are funny, convenient, easy to be around, and a good source of fiber.

The one thing most of my friends have in common is that they are smart.

I surround myself with smart people. I do this, not only because they are funny and know cool stuff, but because they compensate for the spliced smart gene that was not implanted in my mother’s womb when said womb was occupied with me.

Don’t get me wrong, my ass is smart, but the rest of me… not so much.

I mean, I got creativity pouring out of my follicles and pores. I got social intelligence and adaptable survival skills to die for, intuition like an owl in the dark, and maybe a smidgeon of wisdom just from livin’ long enough without bonkin’ my head on something.

But Smart,  I ain’t got.

So I cultivate friendships with smart folks, hoping they don’t notice all the questions I ask them.

I follow them around, stalking them, calling them on the phone with inquiries about writing resumes and language usage and the exact decimal point location of pi.

My smart friends, they don’t seem to feel stalked.

They respond to my questions with cheerful assistance and guide me through all manner of linguistic, algebraic, and philosophical crisis with compassion for my absent gene splice.

These friends are all very different from each other and they sometimes don’t hang out with one another but the thing they all have in common, aside from being smart, is me, the needer of smart friends.

I once had a party in San Francisco with a lot of guests who seemed to have nothing in common with one another;

a rock musician, a computer programmer, an exotic dancer, an International Relations Specialist, a recent Irish immigrant,  a couple struggling  artists, a Polish Cab Driver, a Stanford University student from India, a bald transvestite wearing a beautiful lace dress I gave him, a graphic designer, a renowned poet, a real estate agent, a night club manager, a homeless guy from down the block who was glad the food was free, an elementary school teacher, a masseuse, an Egyptian travel writer, an Italian woman with a sultry voice who said Frank Sinatra tried to kiss her once, a Swiss photographer, and a partridge in a pear tree who looked a lot like a cop in sunglasses with break away pants and a boom box.

All these people looked different on the outside but as I scanned the room at one point, I noticed they all had that eye sparklin’ smart that I like so much.

These are the kind of people that would make a great think tank, a research team, a focus group to explore all the stuff I really want to know.

Thank you for good smart friends!

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~ by leakelley on February 3, 2014.