I hate geniuses.
Scientists, mathematicians, chess champions, prodigious engineers, prodigious detectives, prodigious economists, astronomers and other technical prodigies have one disappointing trait in common. Earlier when I hadn't met one (or thought that I hadn't), I guessed being in the company of a genius would be riveting, thrilling, exciting etc. Like watching 1978 movie ‘Don’, reading the entertaining excerpts of the novel 'One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich' (by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn), listening to great music etc. I had incorrectly thought that their presence is something worth looking forward to in life. But the reality really seems to be different. Now I know the feel of a company of a genius may be no better than workplace banality. I had presumed meeting a genius would be fun. But meeting with genius turned out to be an ordinary experience. It was not much pleasure.
Geniuses have this false reputation. I foolishly believed these folks were pleasantly dramatic. There is a misconception about aura of geniuses. I naively surmised standing near them gives wonderful sensations. I had expected that presence of genius creates surreal emotion. I was wrong.