Guest post – Getting to know Chris

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I will be posting some more on my teen years later this week.  In preparation, however, here’s something from someone who knew me in those days.

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One person who asked to be interviewed actually does not have a blog.  He is a high school friend of mine with whom I recently got back in touch.  I decided to guest-host his interview responses because he is a truly fascinating guy and I thought you all might like to get to know him.  However, his answers were SO long I’ve had to simply eliminate the answer to #2, which asked how many blogs he reads.  He reads 160 regularly.  This is possible because he has a superhuman reading rate.  He is incredibly intelligent — probably a genius — which is why I thought his answers might provide insight into the kind of mind most of us just don’t have, bright though we may be.  So, I present you with “Getting to Know Chris.”

 1) In high school, you sat in a math class with 25 other completely baffled students.  Yet, you seemed to get calculus with little effort.  OK, I’m being kind — as far as I could tell, you got it with no effort at all.  Most of us have no idea how that feels.  Did you realize at the time that you had an extraordinary talent?  How did it make you view yourself?  What did you think of the rest of us who could not figure out the work no matter how hard we tried?  

While I knew that I had a higher degree of ability in math, to be honest I was humbled in that class.  When NS (the 8th grader) came into the class and regularly scored in the same range as I did I was quite surprised.  My parents didn’t allow me to skip from 2nd to 6th grade when it was suggested, for which I am eternally grateful so I’ll never know if I would have been able to handle moderately advanced math at such a young age.  I already knew that I have a very high IQ so that particular class didn’t really have a huge impact on the way I view myself.  I try to surround myself with people who are interesting, which didn’t always correspond with intelligence. I often come off as arrogant, but I really make a concerted effort not to assume that the people around me have less worth than I, just because I have a high IQ.  As for the way I viewed other people who were struggling,  I was generally understanding.  Some things come easily to some and other things easily to others.  I was and still am not the most creative person on the planet.  I actually try pretty hard to surround myself with creative people when I can.  That’s one of the things I really admire about my wife.  She’s super intelligent and creative.  I found calculus to be pretty easy, but I never really found it surprising that other people might not.  I still can’t draw a decent stick figure, I’ve got zero musical ability and I’m not exactly William Shakespeare.   As such I just assumed and still do that people who have difficulty with math are probably a lot better than I am at other things.

3) If you were to have a child, what is one thing from your life that you would hope he would do differently than you did?
 

Oh, now here is a very, very tough question.  Right now I can honestly say that I’m a pretty happy guy.  My choices have led me here.  There is a theory that states that every single possibility of every single moment is played out in a parallel universe.  This means that in some alternate reality, I fell in love with the bitchiest woman in our high school* and am trapped in a miserable marriage with a person I can’t stand.  In another, I’m running for the Senate in 2008 as a Republican!  Would either of those fates have come to pass had I made the decision I’ll discuss here?  Well, I doubt that I’m a Republican anywhere but you never really know!

 

*Editor’s note: Was that me?

Stop ducking the question Chris.  OK.  So, what would I hope my child would do differently?I would hope that my child would place more value on the education that they are receiving.  It sounds trite and arrogant, but the fact is that I failed badly in high school.  There are reasons behind that failure but it ultimately falls on me.  I was bored and I responded poorly to that.  I expected to be bored in college (and the truth is that the required course bored the hell out of me) and when I wasn’t bored and in the cases when the course work was challenging I found that I had failed myself.  I never learned to properly apply myself in an academic manner.  By the time I realized just how poor a student I really was, I had blown it.  I should have been a scientist or a psychologist.  My particular personality and mindset would have been great in those arenas.  I didn’t learn to discipline myself appropriately until well after college and when all is said and done, I don’t really have the job satisfaction that I could easily have had. I’m not saying I wish that I had studied 8 hours a day from 3pm to 11pm or that I had been first in my class, I think balance is necessary, but I would hope that my child would learn some of those vital skills in order to have more choices and doors opened when the time came.  I really don’t know how I’ll instill that knowledge because even in High School, I knew that I was making bad decisions, but I was too arrogant to believe that I couldn’t overcome those choices later.

4) What is one thing from your life that you would hope he would do the same?

Easiest question of them all.  Care about other people.  I have always cared about the feelings and situation of other people.  When some jackass would torture a kid in grade school I befriended that kid.  When someone came out as gay in a time when that was just obscenely hard to do, I stood by that person.  When a friend ran out of a classroom in tears and other kids laughed about it, I went after her to comfort her.**  When someone told me about a hidden abuse I encouraged that person to seek professional help.  This is the one thing about myself that I’m really proud of.

** Editor’s note: That MUST be me.


5) Tell us about your grandparents.

We’ll start with my maternal grandparents. My grampy, Matthew, was quiet, reserved, intelligent.  He and I played cribbage.  For hours on end.  We worked in his garden, we fixed things in his workshop in the basement.  He was a World War II veteran, a corporal in the U.S. Army and had a bullet in his leg. You could actually see it under the skin and he’d move it around on occasion. You may ask why he never had it removed?  He accidentally tripped over his own rifle and shot himself.  He went to the doctor, got himself patched up and never told the guy it was actually a bullet wound.  He was the son of Polish immigrants.  He had 3 daughters and a dog named Happy.  He used to jokingly confuse the names of his grand-children, always confusing the boys with the girls.  He also wasn’t the greatest of people. He loathed my father, he institutionalized his wife on a few occasions, basically because she was a bit depressed as a housewife.  This was at a time when mental institutions in the country were not pleasant places.  I  loved him quite a bit and he clearly loved me back.  I spent at least 2 weekends a month at my grandparents’ house growing up and have fond memories of him.  He died when I was about 12 of a heart attack.

My Nana.  My Nana is alive and in her early 90’s now.  She and I played scrabble.  All the time.  I credit a lot of my good vocabulary to playing scrabble from the age of 5 onwards with my Nana.  She read to me, and sang to me and played the piano for me when I spent time with them.  She always had Popsicles and ice-cream in her freezer for me.  We watched Alfred Hitchcock movies together and played gin rummy. She’s a sweet little old lady with a major flaw.  She’s become a self-described “Conservative Christian” in her old age.  Her favorite Presidents are John F. Kennedy and George W. Bush.  She listens to Rush Limbaugh, her favorite Senator was Rick Santorum.  She loves Bill O’Reilly.  We try to avoid discussing politics because I refuse to hold any punches just because she’s old.  She should know better than to support those assholes just because they call themselves “Christians.”  She’s a complete obsessive compulsive when it comes to her home.  It is the cleanest home you will ever set foot in.  Her basement is cleaner than your average hospital.  She loves my Angela as much as she loves me.  When I told her I had asked Angela to marry me she said “It’s about time!”  We love her and know that she won’t be with us for much longer.  One of my fondest memories is how she would tuck me in at night when I stayed with her.  She’d come into the room and tuck me in TIGHT.  she’d make sure the sheets and blanket were tucked under the top mattress and I grew to really like being cozy and warm in a tucked in bed.  My wife likes the bed messy.  I love my wife.  I have a messy bed.

On to my paternal grandparents.My Grammie.  Oh man.  Let’s get this out right up front.  The woman is a mean-spirited, self-centered, self-righteous, nasty bitch.  Yep.  I just said that about my grandmother.  Do I love her? Yes.  But I don’t have a lot of nice things to say about her.  She drove my grandfather to drink (and no he didn’t respond well when drunk, see below).  Her kids can’t stand her and try desperately to avoid her.  She actually pits her grandchildren against each other.  Quite literally she will rub one grandchild’s success into the nose of another and try to foster competition and dislike between them.  It’s ugly.  She claims to be a devout catholic and spends a massive amount of time in church.  However, she only does this so she can tell you what a good Christian she is and how awful everyone else is because they don’t go to church as often.  She has never, to my knowledge or that of any of her children ever even opened a Bible, much less understood any of the messages in it.  She squandered away every penny my grandfather ever earned on useless junk for herself.  She has ruined the life of her youngest child to a degree that absolutely breaks my heart because he had so much potential.  She regularly accuses my mother of being an awful parent.  Most of my memory of her from when I was a child is of her berating one or another of her children for being completely worthless.  She’s bigoted against blacks, Asians, Hispanics, homosexuals, non-Catholics and pretty much everybody else.  She thinks AIDS is God’s punishment.  Her entire family is ashamed of her and frankly so am I.  That’s an awful lot of negativity right there.  What can I say that is nice and positive about her?  She tells us that she loves us quite a lot.  I appreciate that.  She appears to take joy in the successes her children and grandchildren have even if she makes sure to turn it into a dig on you when she talks about it. That’s pretty much it.  We all avoid her when we can.

My Grandpa.  This man was a character.  He’s actually quite hard to describe because if you didn’t know him you wouldn’t really believe the stories about him.  Let’s start with the negatives.  He was a drunk.  Not an alcoholic, a drunk.  He’d drink a 5th of jack daniels like it was water and he’d get mean.  He never hit any of his kids or his wife but he’d pull out a rifle and threaten her with that.  He didn’t keep bullets in the house, but I can’t imagine how terrifying that would be all the same.  He was poor, he was incredibly intelligent and he was strong as an ox.  And I mean that literally. When the man was 70, he had the strongest handshake of anyone I’d ever met.  Not that he crushed your hand or anything but the grip was just solid and you knew that if he wanted to, he could break bones in your hand.  He was fiercely protective of his kids and his grandchildren. He was also a World War II veteran, a torpedo operator on a destroyer.  He personally sank a japanese submarine.  He had terrible PTSD.  He was one of the most complex people I have ever known and I was his favorite grandchild.  I know for a fact he would have done anything for me.  And I mean that quite literally, there isn’t an iota of doubt in my mind about it.  If he thought someone was a real threat or danger to me I *know* that he wouldn’t have hesitated to remove that threat in whatever way he deemed necessary.  I could tell a hundred stories about the man and it still wouldn’t really tell you who he was.  I almost think of him in mythological terms.  The man smoked 4 packs of unfiltered camels a day and was never, ever sick until he was diagnosed with cancer at 75 and was dead within months.  The day before he died he asked my uncle to sneak him out of the hospital because he “felt fine.”  He used to practice archery in his apartment.  My father went to visit one day, knocked on the door, my grandfather told him to come in and the next thing my father knew there was an arrow in the wall less than a foot from his head.  My grandfather was sober at the time and just kept practicing because he knew he wasn’t going to hit my father.  My father nearly passed out from fear but hey, that was grandpa.  And this wasn’t really a particularly surprising story about him.  He was friends with all of the local Hell’s Angels.  They LOVED him.  They came to him for advice because he was always honest about what he said.  I know Emily will have to edit and trim this rambling section, but the fact is that my Grandpa had a huge impact on the person I am today because he was such a truly big personality.  When he was in the room, everyone knew it and they expected him to determine the course of the day/evening/whatever.  He raised his four sons to be caring, respectful men who are all fiercely loyal like he is.  His wife screwed that up pretty badly though for the youngest one after he was gone. The last time I saw him before he got sick was about 6 months before he died.  He’d been fighting with the Navy for years about his pension and my father and I took turns going to the courthouse with him.  We were walking along a road in Boston and there was an attractive woman ahead of us wearing silk pants that were a little loose but still showed off her rear end.  As she walked you could see the cheeks of her buttocks swing out to the side, swing back inwards, impact and repeat.  I noticed it right away because I was and am a dirty little man.  My grandfather ducked his head down to me (he was about 6’2″, I’m 5’10”) and said in my ear, not so quietly that I could be sure she didn’t hear it, “Will you look at her? She’s got an ass like a cement mixer.”

 

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Usually, the interviewer askes for anyone who wants questions to write it in the comments.  Chris, are you taking interview requests, even though you don’t have a blog?  And, does anyone want to ask Chris anything?

12 responses to “Guest post – Getting to know Chris

  1. Editor’s Note 1: No, not referring to you here.
    Editor’s Note 2: Yes, I was referring to you (and a couple of others) here.

    I hadn’t really thought about taking interview requests, but if anyone really wants me to come up with some questions I could do so.

    I’ll answer just about any questions anyone might have.

    As an answer to an unstated question, purely by IQ standards I am a genius. I do not however put a lot of stock into IQ tests. When tested at age 7 my IQ was 169. Since then on various tests taken I have consistently scored within 3-5 points of this. What does this really mean? Not a whole heckuva lot. I actually think a good memory is a more important gift to have. Most people confuse intelligence with knowledge. I’ve been asked by numerous people how they can be “smarter” The answer to this is that you can’t be smarter but you can be better informed. Read. Voraciously. Everything you can get your hands on. Pretty soon you’ll be able to carry on “intelligent” conversations with anybody.

  2. Very interesting to read!

    And, for the record, I think Chris should have a blog. 🙂

    Peace,

    ~Chani

  3. As someone trained in psychological/intellectual assessment, I can vouch for the fact that above a certain point (the top of the stated scale) the IQ test loses reliability and validity. So the number 169 is pretty meaningless, though I think it’s safe to say that you’re off the scale, Chris!

    Thanks for these answers. You described your Grandpa so well I can see him. A character, indeed.

  4. Chani:

    I’ve thought about it, but as I stated in my answers to Emily’s questions, I’m really not overly creative. Provide me with a steady stream of questions and I’ll answer them, and usually answer them in an interesting and creative manner, I just have trouble coming up with things to write about on my own. I am avidly interested in a lot of different areas, but I often find that others have written more on these topics, have better knowledge than I on these topics and wrote on them long before I had a chance to do so.

    I’ll put some thought into it. I actually have a somewhat interesting concept for a collaborative blog with a friend, but we’ve been a bit lazy about putting it together. Maybe I’ll use this little exercise as a launchpad.

  5. Dude — I don’t even REMEMBER running out of the room crying. But I am sure I did. And I am sure I was laughed at more than I would want to know. I am also sure you did follow me out of the room.

  6. hi chris! yup, you should have a blog. you appear to have a lot to say. And you READ 160 blogs a day? that would make me faint

  7. Emily,

    You didn’t actually do that very often, but one time springs to mind, you were wearing a t-shirt that offended the sensibilities of a few and confused the hell out of some others. Someone said something rather disgusting about the shirt and you in relation to that shirt. Your reaction was understandable and predictable. Coincidentally, the incident occurred during the aforementioned Calculus class. I told the moron in question to “f*&% off” and went to find you. Our teacher never even appeared to notice.

    You weren’t really laughed at. I think people found you slightly intimidating, definitely opinionated and frankly I think you confused the hell out of most of them.

  8. Painted Maypole,

    I have strong opinions, and I’m vocal about them. I’m just not sure they are very original.

    As for the blog thing, well I read very very quickly and I work in furious spurts. I’ll generally get most of my daily tasks and daily goal list done in the span of about a 2 hour period each day at work. This means that if I didn’t have blogs/newsfeeds/forums to read, I’d be one very very bored camper. I think you would be able to handle more volume than you probably think. Start slowly, read 10 a day, every other day find a new blog and add that to your reading regimen. I find that the more I read, the faster I’m able to read. I’m obsessive about that kind of thing. Even in the car I’d generally rather listen to a book on take than any of the talking morons on the radio.

  9. Hi Chris,

    I’m pretty sure I know why Emily likes you so much. You’re smart as a whip AND you care about other people. That’s a remarkable combination.

    It’s also, unfortunately, remarkably rare these days.

    It was a pleasure “meeting” you here.

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  12. Interesting. I agree with Chris about IQ tests. I felt like I had to jump through hoops in college but life is like that and I resisted. I do not regret my choices which brought me to my happy place. I know I could have been a different kind of professional but I do not know at what cost. For me loving to learn has helped immensely and I am comfortable with my own shortcomings. What I really want to know is did Chris agree with his grandfather about the girl and does he think she was using Portland cement?