One of my co-workers (a Psych major, of course) talked me into taking some stupid IQ test.
"I wonder if you will answer my way, or the way Mr. G (the loveables bona-fide degreed "read'n, write'n, rith-ma-tic teacher) did?" he said.
Almost immediately I began to sweat bullets.
Concrete verses abstract thinking... and all under a microscope named Psych Major Smartypantsknowitall Co-Worker.
Sometimes when I have debates with this guy my brain starts to hurt.
Soon, I smell smoke.
More like cauterizing brain cells than a bbq.
He began the test and I gave it about a nano second of my attention and then I screamed "I GIVE UP" what the frick is the frickin answer".
"Hmmmmm, interesting" he said.
This morning, while checkin out Facebook I stumbled upon this...
I've never felt so understood....
(Corey, my young friend, just where o where do you find such wonderful things to post..?)