I have learned, from dubious experience, (dubious being a universal description or rather an attitude toward the experience of..well, experience) that to avoid extreme mental fatigue and emotional pain avoid intelligence. There is not much hope for you if you are intelligent already. I’m afraid you must simply live your life out and take the mistake up with God when you meet Him. But if someone you know is near the brink, the precipice, the mountain top of intelligence, trip her.
Why not trip him? Because the world doesn’t persecute intelligent men. Intelligent men are simply persecuted in a family setting, not on a societal scale.
Once a woman is tripped and looking confused and perhaps a little bloodied try and reason with her. Maybe she is not physically attractive in the modern sense. Perhaps she is older and has decided to be a “late bloomer.” Stop her.
Explain to her that intelligence will only bring her grief. You need not explain to her how if she has not actually accrued intelligence or if she is at the cusp of understanding, there is time to push her back into the womb of self-absorption. Tell her to take a long hard look at her constituents in the pursuit of marriage, relationship and exquisite mind melding sex. Don’t tell her those goals will never happen just tell her the pursuit of romantic love will be less harrowing than the pursuit of intelligence.
Are these lies?
Tell the woman you are trying to save, that she must trust someone and to trust you. Intelligence is a never-ending pursuit and it will only, in the end, frustrate and demoralize. Whereas on the other hand, the pursuit of relationship will frustrate and demoralize but she will have a better body (due to her pursuit of just the right partner) and she will have the indulgence of self-deception when explaining to a bleary-eyed intelligent woman how happy and content she herself is in her safe and happy relationship. Will it be a lie?
Yes, but the bottom line is not to have love or even have intelligence but to outdo the other woman. That’s what women want. Not to be happy, content or intelligent but to be better than the next woman.
Think about it. A group of women around some table in a restaurant, complaining about the job, the husband the kids and trying to outdo each other. Then in walks a 20 something knock-out that they wouldn’t notice if the men in the room didn’t stop and gaze with wonder and awe. Nothing, and I mean nothing unites women faster than an outsider beauty. The only one who would throw this unity out the window is the intelligent woman. The woman who would calmly state that the beauty can’t help she’s beautiful, that each one of them had their opportunity, and that they are all in different stages in their lives – give the girl a break.