What's the point talking to anyone with less than a genius IQ?

[WDSmart]

First of all, the vast majority of people don't qualify as a genius, nor should not be considered an idiot. 

So, the advice I'd give is:
1. Only talk to geniuses if you are very interested in the subject in which they are experts.

2. Don't talk to geniuses about general subjects unless you are one yourself.

 

[thaibreaker]

2 hours ago, GammaGlobulin said:

 

Has the IQ test you took ever been validated?

And, by whom.

 

No idea. I used Wechsler, or WAIS. 

My sister got 128, so I'm happy with that 😎

[Hummin]

3 hours ago, thaibreaker said:

Tried this IQ test recently. Got 132. I'm sorry I'm not up to your standard, and would be wasting your time. 

 

You ever tried getting a friend? Your standard pretty much weed out all the Thailand expats. 

Which Iq test did you take?

 

Have you tried Mensa test? 

[Thingamabob]

The older I get the less I like talking to anyone. 

[JamesPhuket10]

On 8/4/2025 at 7:31 PM, GammaGlobulin said:

Dear Folks,

 

This is not just an idle question.

 

In my view, there is NO point, really.....

 

Such a waste of time, if you should.

 

I will NOT talk to idiots, anymore......

 

I promise you....

The reason for this Topic, as you might know, is that I am tired.....

 

I am tired to wasting my time talking to idiots....

 

EVERMORE....Lenore.....

 

The silken sad rustling of bad brains, gives me the willies....and for ever.

 

Just trying to talk to the idiots who do the customer service jobs, might drive one beyond the pale, into slitting one's throat, out of exasperation.

 

But, this will never happen to me, since....
I am able to vent my frustrations here....

 

And, this is why, just one of many important reasons, TV is such a great forum.....

 

I am not sure that this is the best reading of one of Poe's best-known poems.....

 

I will add a better one, when I find it, evermore.

 

How can we deal with stupid people, day upon day?

 

Do we slit our throats in frustration?

 

Or, do we soldier on......

Sweating bullets, every day?

 

I ask you.

 

Best regards,

Gamma

 

Note: We who suffer fools and bullets gladly, salute you......

 

Casting pearls before swine.....

 

 

 

 

 

Yes this is a good example of the dribble I have a laugh with while reading comments on this forum.

 

I spend many hours of the day designing/coding/testing the iPhone apps I make and every few hours I take a break to do something really simple and noddy as a sort of break from the 'work'.

 

And so I come to this forum as there are all kinds of nutters here who make me laugh.

 

"Carry on with the nonsense" would make a good slapstick Carry On Film title. 😀

[IsaanT]

In answer to the original question about the point of talking to anyone with an IQ less than that of a genius:

Because IQ measures only a narrow slice of human ability.  People with average IQs can still have deep wisdom, life experience, creativity, emotional intelligence, moral insight, and practical skills that geniuses may lack.  Limiting conversations to high-IQ individuals would mean cutting yourself off from huge areas of knowledge, perspective, humor, and human connection.  Besides, some of the most important lessons in life aren’t about solving abstract problems — they’re about understanding people, and that’s not an IQ test score.

It would appear that posing this question on a public forum (rather than perhaps indulging it as an idle thought and then discarding it) demonstrates poor judgement and a less-than-rounded character.  In which case, It may be presumptious to expect that geniuses would enjoy the opportunity of talking with you.
 

[StreetCowboy]

On 8/4/2025 at 6:42 PM, blaze master said:

 

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

You’ve just not suffered enough.

 

I thought about deleting ‘just’ , which is a clear indication that one does not understand the issue, but I let it stand.

[StreetCowboy]

10 hours ago, IsaanT said:

In answer to the original question about the point of talking to anyone with an IQ less than that of a genius:

Because IQ measures only a narrow slice of human ability.  People with average IQs can still have deep wisdom, life experience, creativity, emotional intelligence, moral insight, and practical skills that geniuses may lack.  Limiting conversations to high-IQ individuals would mean cutting yourself off from huge areas of knowledge, perspective, humor, and human connection.  Besides, some of the most important lessons in life aren’t about solving abstract problems — they’re about understanding people, and that’s not an IQ test score.

It would appear that posing this question on a public forum (rather than perhaps indulging it as an idle thought and then discarding it) demonstrates poor judgement and a less-than-rounded character.  In which case, It may be presumptious to expect that geniuses would enjoy the opportunity of talking with you.
 

There’s no harm in understanding how idiots think, even if one pretends one is somehow different from them.

[blaze master]

2 minutes ago, StreetCowboy said:

You’ve just not suffered enough.

 

I thought about deleting ‘just’ , which is a clear indication that one does not understand the issue, but I let it stand.

 

Umm it was a quote and you're wrong. 

[StreetCowboy]

12 hours ago, JamesPhuket10 said:

 

Yes this is a good example of the dribble I have a laugh with while reading comments on this forum.

 

I spend many hours of the day designing/coding/testing the iPhone apps I make and every few hours I take a break to do something really simple and noddy as a sort of break from the 'work'.

 

And so I come to this forum as there are all kinds of nutters here who make me laugh.

 

"Carry on with the nonsense" would make a good slapstick Carry On Film title. 😀

“Carry On With This Wisdom”

[StreetCowboy]

2 minutes ago, blaze master said:

 

Umm it was a quote and you're wrong. 

We all think that we have suffered enough, but we are kidding no-one but ourselves.

[blaze master]

2 minutes ago, StreetCowboy said:

We all think that we have suffered enough, but we are kidding no-one but ourselves.

 

Your opinion noted.

[StreetCowboy]

On 8/5/2025 at 6:57 AM, GammaGlobulin said:

 

Can we please get back to Miss Frothingham of Princeton?

 

Let me tell you.

Miss Fothingham had a house in Chappaquiddick, too.

 

We spent much time together there, and some time in Princeton, as well.

 

And, listen guys:

 

During recent years, I have very often wondered, in my idle hours....

How my life might have changed if I had married Miss Frothingham.

 

For sure, I would not be posting interesting Topics here on TV.....

 

She was, and still is, such a very nice girl.

The entire family is nice.

 

But, I still think about it.....

 

If only I had married Miss Frothingham...

Then, what might have become of me.....

 

TRULY, no joking, I do often think about this.

 

=========================

 

I did not marry Miss Frothingham....

 

Instead, I married a Miss Estella.

This marriage was the doom of me.

 

If ONLY I had married Miss Frothingham.....

But, just as in Great Expectations.....

Neither life nor novels turn out as one might wish....

 

DEAR READER:

 

Should I return and try to marry Miss Frothingham, even in my dotage?

She is two or three years younger than I.

I still recall her, even to this day, as a very, VERY....

Bonnie lass.

 

So, should I return to Princeton to find her/

 

And, what would I say to her at first meeting.....

 

Would she even have me, if she were single....

Knowing that I have spent so much time in Thailand?

 

BUT....NO JOKE:  Truly a wonderful and welcoming family.

Such fond memories.

 

 

 

You can go a second time, but you can’t go back

[Luuk Chaai]

[Luuk Chaai]

On 8/5/2025 at 1:57 AM, GammaGlobulin said:

I am only saying, not to be disparaging, that talking to anyone with less than a 135 IQ is probably a waste of your time.

 

So much wasted time....just...

Trying to get through the mush.

 

Like slogging through the underbrush in a very dense forest.

 

There is really no point, because....

One never gets....ANYWHERE.

 

I am sure you know what I am talking about.....

 

Might just as well stay completely SILENT, in fact....
Which is what I do, most of the time.

 

 

[Red Forever]

Wow, just got through 5 pages of comments and that Jonny bloke only made a fool of himself once. Mind you, he only posted once.

On topic though, I took an IQ test in 1977 and my validated score was either 132 or 134, I know it was an even number in the 130s. Doubt if I could do it again.

Posters have said that SAT results in the 70s correlate with IQ level.

Anyone know if the same applies to the UK 11 plus exam of the 60s?

[ColeBOzbourne]

I took an IQ test and the final score was a negative number. That's really something special, isn't it?

[Alidiver]

Nice clickbait and it worked

[radiochaser]

On 8/5/2025 at 6:52 AM, save the frogs said:

Talk to ChatGPT.

 

It can regurgitate anything you want and it won't judge you. 

 

 

I chatted with an AI bot on the internet some months ago.   The chat reminded me of some of the conversations I have had with paranoid schizophrenics.   

[save the frogs]

10 hours ago, radiochaser said:

I chatted with an AI bot on the internet some months ago.   The chat reminded me of some of the conversations I have had with paranoid schizophrenics.   

 

The average human being is discombobulated anyway ... 

[radiochaser]

1 minute ago, save the frogs said:

 

The average human being is discombobulated anyway ... 

I have had those moments.   My most memorable moment of confusion stays with me from about 64 years ago.  

 

I was 11 or 12 years old, living in Germany in a 5 story Army dependents housing with stairwells that had an apartment on either side of a landing, then a second landing before you reached the floor above.   When you opened the door you would see the opposite apartment door about 2 or 3 meters away, and in my case, a flight of stairs to the left leading to the second landing and a floor to ceiling window looking out of the building. 

 

As I was sitting on the couch, listening to a radio program, I heard a loud crash outside the apartment.  I went to and opened the door where I was confronted with a wall of grey!   No hallway, no door a few feet away, no flight of stairs to the left and the window, not even a floor could be seen past the threshold, just a solid looking grey wall.  

 

I stood there a few seconds, dumbfounded, lacking comprehension of what I was seeing, not the stairwell I had less than an hour before walked up to our apartment.   I closed the door and sat on the couch still greatly confused for a couple of minutes, then I heard voices echoing outside the door.   

 

Again I got up and opened the door, this time to a swirling grey cloud that drifted into the apartment when I opened the door, something that had not happened the first time I opened the door after the crashing noise.   In the swirling grey cloud, through which I could barely see that which I could not see minutes before, the stairwell with people in it, talking, asking what had happened.  

 

Eventually it was found that the 3/8 to 1/2 inch thick layer of concrete that had been applied to the ceiling of the second landing had fallen off, creating a grey cloud of dust.   It was that cloud that appeared to be a solid wall when I opened the apartment door.   

 

 

[save the frogs]

15 hours ago, radiochaser said:

It was that cloud that appeared to be a solid wall when I opened the apartment door.   

be sure to put that story in your memoirs.

 

[radiochaser]

26 minutes ago, save the frogs said:

be sure to put that story in your memoirs.

 

You mean, s... that I remember?   That is mostly about my step mother.   Bless her little heart.  She died.   

 

 

[GammaGlobulin]

5 hours ago, radiochaser said:

I have had those moments.   My most memorable moment of confusion stays with me from about 64 years ago.  

 

I was 11 or 12 years old, living in Germany in a 5 story Army dependents housing with stairwells that had an apartment on either side of a landing, then a second landing before you reached the floor above.   When you opened the door you would see the opposite apartment door about 2 or 3 meters away, and in my case, a flight of stairs to the left leading to the second landing and a floor to ceiling window looking out of the building. 

 

As I was sitting on the couch, listening to a radio program, I heard a loud crash outside the apartment.  I went to and opened the door where I was confronted with a wall of grey!   No hallway, no door a few feet away, no flight of stairs to the left and the window, not even a floor could be seen past the threshold, just a solid looking grey wall.  

 

I stood there a few seconds, dumbfounded, lacking comprehension of what I was seeing, not the stairwell I had less than an hour before walked up to our apartment.   I closed the door and sat on the couch still greatly confused for a couple of minutes, then I heard voices echoing outside the door.   

 

Again I got up and opened the door, this time to a swirling grey cloud that drifted into the apartment when I opened the door, something that had not happened the first time I opened the door after the crashing noise.   In the swirling grey cloud, through which I could barely see that which I could not see minutes before, the stairwell with people in it, talking, asking what had happened.  

 

Eventually it was found that the 3/8 to 1/2 inch thick layer of concrete that had been applied to the ceiling of the second landing had fallen off, creating a grey cloud of dust.   It was that cloud that appeared to be a solid wall when I opened the apartment door.   

 

 

 

Your account reminds me very much of the surrealism in a film I once watched, not sure if it might have been produced by David Lynch, or another.

The film was so disturbing due to feelings of loss of reality.

What was the film?

Blue Velvet?

No, I don't thinks so.

The action occurred, much of it, in an apartment, at night, mostly with just one actor.

I will search for the film, but so far I can't recall the title.

Such a disturbing psychological experience to watch.

But, what was the film?

 

[JamesPhuket10]

8 hours ago, radiochaser said:

I have had those moments.   My most memorable moment of confusion stays with me from about 64 years ago.  

 

I was 11 or 12 years old, living in Germany in a 5 story Army dependents housing with stairwells that had an apartment on either side of a landing, then a second landing before you reached the floor above.   When you opened the door you would see the opposite apartment door about 2 or 3 meters away, and in my case, a flight of stairs to the left leading to the second landing and a floor to ceiling window looking out of the building. 

 

As I was sitting on the couch, listening to a radio program, I heard a loud crash outside the apartment.  I went to and opened the door where I was confronted with a wall of grey!   No hallway, no door a few feet away, no flight of stairs to the left and the window, not even a floor could be seen past the threshold, just a solid looking grey wall.  

 

I stood there a few seconds, dumbfounded, lacking comprehension of what I was seeing, not the stairwell I had less than an hour before walked up to our apartment.   I closed the door and sat on the couch still greatly confused for a couple of minutes, then I heard voices echoing outside the door.   

 

Again I got up and opened the door, this time to a swirling grey cloud that drifted into the apartment when I opened the door, something that had not happened the first time I opened the door after the crashing noise.   In the swirling grey cloud, through which I could barely see that which I could not see minutes before, the stairwell with people in it, talking, asking what had happened.  

 

Eventually it was found that the 3/8 to 1/2 inch thick layer of concrete that had been applied to the ceiling of the second landing had fallen off, creating a grey cloud of dust.   It was that cloud that appeared to be a solid wall when I opened the apartment door.   

 

 

 

Good story.

 

I have a story relating to stairs and doors in Konstanze Germany. 2006

 

After a long night on the booze with a friend we went to sleep, I was on the ground floor and the friend was staying on the second floor of the hotel.

 

I woke up just wearing my underpants as usual, went to the bathroom and saw it had new soap and other items, I though that is strange as I had had a shower, how had they replaced the items in the bathroom I though. 

 

I then went back into the bedroom and all of my clothes had disappeared, I though I was losing my mind.

 

I then looked at the door number and found I was on the wrong floor, I went down the stairs to my room and the door was locked.

 

I had no choice but to go to the reception desk in my undies only, the woman took me back to my room and let me in, with a frown.

 

She said where is your friend, and I said 'Oh Dr Maclean' (he is a doctor) in order to try and regain some dignity, she said let's check on him.

 

His things were in his room, but he wasn't, so she looked under the bed just in case to see if he was there, we saw his suitcase etc but not the friend. 

 

So I had to check us both out and put the suitcases in the car etc.

 

I drove down the road and found he was supping on a pavement table at a local bar, I could not drink as I was driving.

 

The only thing I can think of as to why I was in the wrong room, in my drunken state I must have opened the door and gone up stairs to the toilet.

 

What a night out though, it was great, something to remember.

 

 

[JamesPhuket10]

2 hours ago, GammaGlobulin said:

 

Your account reminds me very much of the surrealism in a film I once watched, not sure if it might have been produced by David Lynch, or another.

The film was so disturbing due to feelings of loss of reality.

What was the film?

Blue Velvet?

No, I don't thinks so.

The action occurred, much of it, in an apartment, at night, mostly with just one actor.

I will search for the film, but so far I can't recall the title.

Such a disturbing psychological experience to watch.

But, what was the film?

 

 

Here are some possibilities:

Eraserhead (1977, David Lynch) — While not strictly one-actor, it’s incredibly surreal, claustrophobic, and often set in a small apartment-like space.

Lost Highway (1997, David Lynch) — Parts occur in a home at night, with disorienting identity shifts and a sense of unreality.

The Tenant (1976, Roman Polanski) — Nearly all in one apartment, with the main character (Polanski himself) descending into paranoia and identity confusion.

Repulsion (1965, Roman Polanski) — Mostly inside an apartment with Catherine Deneuve, where reality unravels in disturbing ways.

Clean, Shaven (1993, Lodge Kerrigan) — Psychological descent, very minimal cast, unsettling atmosphere.

Bug (2006, William Friedkin) — A paranoid two-person spiral in a motel room, but has that same intense, surreal, disturbing quality.

[JamesPhuket10]

On 8/4/2025 at 8:02 PM, richard_smith237 said:

You lament the presence of fools while unknowingly performing the full Dunning-Kruger ballet... arms flailing, ego inflated, and brain nowhere in sight.

 

The words you type are a masterclass in self-sabotage. You haven’t just cut your own throat - you’ve done it with a spoon, slowly, proudly, and in public (at least the publicity of this forum and not for the first time).

 

You dress up incoherence as depth, Poe as your puppet, and delusion as insight. But all we see is a man mistaking his own intellectual droppings for pearls of wisdom.

 

“Pearls before swine”? Gamma, sadly, you are the swine, snorting your own pretentious drivel while wallowing in the mud of your misunderstanding.

 

You’re not tired of idiots - you’re just tired of not being recognised as their king.

 

Evermore? No.....  Just less of you, please... Be normal, make normal posts, and you’ll earn far more respect for genuine effort than for these glaring attempts to flaunt an intellect you so desperately want to shout from the rooftops...   

 

Its a bit sad, and sorry to say it, I don't dislike you, but much of your content is just outright drivel. 

 

 

There's an idea... but sadly... no you don't....    

 

By all means contribute - but do so with intellectual honesty.

 

 

 

True, only idiots think they are geniuses as they don't know what they don't know, and what they do know or are capable of doing is probably very limited.

 

 True Geniuses like Einstein are few and far between.

 

 

[Peabody]

It would have been the most meta of ironies if nobody had responded directly to GG!  🙂

[GammaGlobulin]

1 hour ago, JamesPhuket10 said:

 

Here are some possibilities:

Eraserhead (1977, David Lynch) — While not strictly one-actor, it’s incredibly surreal, claustrophobic, and often set in a small apartment-like space.

Lost Highway (1997, David Lynch) — Parts occur in a home at night, with disorienting identity shifts and a sense of unreality.

The Tenant (1976, Roman Polanski) — Nearly all in one apartment, with the main character (Polanski himself) descending into paranoia and identity confusion.

Repulsion (1965, Roman Polanski) — Mostly inside an apartment with Catherine Deneuve, where reality unravels in disturbing ways.

Clean, Shaven (1993, Lodge Kerrigan) — Psychological descent, very minimal cast, unsettling atmosphere.

Bug (2006, William Friedkin) — A paranoid two-person spiral in a motel room, but has that same intense, surreal, disturbing quality.

 

I did earlier check the Polanski films, and I will check them again.  The Tenant is a great film, and I know that this is not the film I was thinking of.  I will continue to wrack my brain.

 

[GammaGlobulin]

2 hours ago, JamesPhuket10 said:

What a night out though, it was great, something to remember.

 

Did you not say that you could not remember?

How do you even recall a memorable night that you cannot remember in the first place?

Maybe it was unforgettable?