Soooooo…
ahem. I’m not sure of how to really start this one, so let’s just get into it, I guess.
So I was thinking about… me. And my history, and how long I have been doing… this. Whatever “this” is. You know, bending reality, or whatever. And telepathy, mind control, etc. The thing is is that I still don’t know when this started- whether I grew into this ability, was born with it, fell into it accidentally, or it was gifted to me, or whatever. I honestly don’t have a clue, and it seems nobody else knows, either.
I’ve always known I was “different”, though. Even as a child I clearly was. Everyone told me so. And I do mean different. Not merely gifted, but unique. More than one teacher when I was growing up said to me that I was by far the smartest kid they had ever seen.
I’ve never had my IQ formally tested, but I’m somewhere inside the top portion of the top 1%, as that was the most common score I would get on those IQ tests I took as a public school student. Yeah, I know, that’s hardly specific, but that’s what the results tell me. I did some googling about the particular IQ tests I took and it seems they max out at around 160. So if true I’m either 160 on an average day or greater.
I’m in Mensa, yeah, because why not. I got a lifetime membership because I suppose you need to belong to something, right? I considered Intertel too, since they are big in the Chicago area, but they come and go it seems. “Big” is of course a relative term when it comes to high IQ orgs- in this case, it means they have a magazine of sorts, but it comes out only sporadically, and without the polish of Mensa’ famous mag. I think they have only a fraction of Mensa’s membership totals.
A 160 also qualifies me for ISPE, and I considered joining. But… no lifetime membership option, there. These things do get expensive as the years go on. A hundred something dollars a year is a hell of a lot of money for a lifetime in a club like that.
So… how “smart” am I? Well, my hunch tells me I’m quite a bit north of 160. Personally, I think I’m at least historical genius level, so at least about 180, or a little higher. A 180 would put me firmly around people like Einstein, Jung, and Beethoven. And since my impact on world history has been significantly greater than any of those three, if not greater than those three combined, I could well be up at or above Da Vinci levels, which are estimated to be in the lower 200’s.
I could well be the smartest man that has ever lived. I mean, why not? I am the only man in history that actually has comic book level superpowers, and I apparently developed them myself, mostly because I had nothing else to do. So… smartest man ever. Why not? I’m certainly the only man in history to successfully date about a hundred Hollywood starlets at once, at any rate.
So then- how long have I been doing this? Manipulating the world with my mind. Altering the timeline. Pulling stuff into this realm from parallel dimensions.
Who the fuck knows, lol.
I’ve investigated this before, on this blog. I’ve determined that I’ve been mind controlling the people around me at least since my college days, which was around 2000-ish. And for Hollywood in general, at least since 2007-ish, with verrrry strong hints that my old favorites were being controlled well before that, maybe even since high school.
But, who knows though.
Case in point- the ending to St. Elsewhere.
Yeah, seriously.
Bet you didn’t expect that, huh?
LOL. But- seriously.
Watch it.
How did I come up with this, you ask?
I used to read Parade magazine back in the day, and this scene was described in an article about famous TV endings. This was back in high school, which means mid 90’s. I never forgot how this scene was described, and it intrigued me for years- but until the magic of youtube came along, I didn’t have the chance to see it. But I did recently, first, I think about five years ago, sporadically since, and then again tonight.
The scene centers around a young autistic boy, wrapped in his own little world, who has apparently dreamed the show up over the years. The characters are figments of his imagination, creative interpretations of those he knows, and their actions are the exaggerated internal dramas of a kid of can’t relate so well to real people and “normal” behavior.
An interesting twist ending, to be sure.
But wait! The kid’s name… is Tom. My name. I was also at the time around the same age as the kid in the scene, and I lived in a house not different from his. And I look quite like he does- at that age, I had his hairstyle. And I act like him, too- see him, with that snowglobe? Not too dissimilar from me and my various computers over the years. And… not too dissimilar from my old snowglobe, either. The one I used to spend hours looking at, every day. Before the computers.
They didn’t… take this from me, did they? I mean I’m sure they didn’t, right? Surely this is a coincidence.
Right. But note that this scene is the origin of many conspiracy theories about TV show universes, many of which posit that in fact “Tommy” here (exactly what I was called at that age, BTW) might be thinking up and responsible for pretty much everything on television.
Which… is me, right?
But that’s… from the mid 80’s. No way. Can’t be.
Right?
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