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Intelligence and happiness....sm

Posted By: abc on 2008-11-11
In Reply to: IQ does not equal happiness - sky

Intelligence should ENABLE you to lead a happy life ND solve your problems.
Intelligence does not guarantee happiness.


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Intelligence
has many different avenues. As far as I know, those tests don't cover a lot of things I feel necessary to gauge total intelligence.

Not so sure I am brave enough to take one anyway. : )
For anyone who doubts the intelligence of dogs....

Here is a recent entry from my blog about my Pomeranian, Fox. If this doesn't show how intelligent a dog can be, then I don't know what does.


WRAPPED AROUND HIS LITTLE PAW.....


Oh, yeah. He's got me trained. 

The setup: One of Fox's pain medications is liquid, so I have started feeding him a bit of canned dog food (special urinary formula) in the mornings so I can put his medication on it instead of trying to squirt it into his mouth with the syringe. We have his water and dry food bowls in the kitchen on the tile, and we feed him his supper there as well, but in the mornings when I feed him his dog food I had been putting it here in the study on the carpet runners, partly for the company and partly so I could encourage him to eat it all.

Since his shoulder has gotten so bad, we decided to get a room-sized carpet for the study (it has wood laminate floors and Fox slipped and slid trying to get up off them). The background of the carpet is very light, so I started setting Fox's "brekky," as I call it, on the carpet at the entrance to the study. It is almost the same color as his food, which is a good thing, because he likes to scatter his food as he eats it.

Usually my husband is long gone to work by the time I get up, but he took yesterday off and when he saw what a mess Fox was making, he said we should feed him in the kitchen on the tile instead.

The payoff: So this morning, I decided to give that a try. I set Fox's plate of food over by his water bowl and I thought he went over to eat it. I was just around the corner in the kitchen getting my morning caffeine when I saw Fox had come back over and was looking at me. I realized that he had probably been standing by the back door waiting for me to let him outside (the door is just a few feet from his bowl) (yes, he does have me trained well - you're about to see how well).

So I let him out, waited for him to go, let him back in, and went back into the kitchen to finish what I was doing. Again I thought he was eating his food. Then I heard one sharp, loud bark. I went around the other corner and there he was, standing at the door of the study, looking at me like, "Okay, where's my breakfast?"

But wait, folks, there's more. I laughed, of course, and thought okay, I'll put a paper towel down beneath the plate to catch the scattered food. He looked quite suspiciously at the paper towel as I laid it down. I could tell he didn't like it. It took him an extra long time to eat his food this morning, and he scattered it even more than usual. I laughingly scolded him and picked it up and put it back on his plate.

A few minutes later a friend came over and we were standing in the living room, catching up on all the latest. I glanced over and saw that Fox's plate was no longer on the paper towel! My friend said she had been standing there watching him nose the plate off the paper towel. The little stinker!

So I put the plate back on the paper towel, picked up the one big chunk of food left, looked him straight in the eye and said, "Finish your breakfast." He must have figured he had pushed me far enough, because he came right over and ate the rest.



P.S. I am such a wimp. He just sat next to my chair staring at me until I got up and gave him a "cookie" (dog biscuit).


disgusting shows are proof of lack of intelligence of producers.
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IQ does not equal happiness

I've known other brilliant people who indulged in self-destruction.  There have been studies that suggest the smarter you are the less happy you are, and there may be some truth in it.


The first reason for this would be people with attitudes like yours, abc.  They hold smart people to the highest standards.  They don't allow a genius to be human, but they do have weaknesses.  Imagine spending your whole life hearing "If you're so smart how could you, why haven't you....".  There is enormous pressure put upon them by others to do something great, to perform mental tricks for the amusement of others, to "prove how smart they are".  Some become as insecure about it as beauty queens do about their looks - I remember when I was married to my genius, we watched a show about a child prodigy who could play great compositions at the age of 4.  This show upset my ex, I could see it made him jealous and insecure, and nervous that he was not as great as everyone assumed him to be.  Just like there's always someone richer, thinner, and better looking, there's always someone smarter too.


Another reason would be lonliness.  The smarter you are, the less you have in common with the majority of the population.  The things that interest you most people can't even understand.  I think one purpose Mensa was created was so that they could find people to talk to on their own level.  The pitfall there is most of them are so specialized in their own areas of interest they still don't have anything in common - the gifted musician does not want to discuss quantum theories with the scientist, they can understand it, they just aren't interested in it.


In my ex's case, his substance abuse has three factors - First, he's physically handicapped, and his health has always been a problem.  He self medicates with substances to escape the misery of being in his body.  Second, he's a classic nerd who never had any friends or a social life.  He started abusing substances to try to be one of the cool partying folk, to fit in.  All of his current friends abuse substances, but he at least has some friends now, that's how he sees it.  Third, the pressure to perform has caused him to give up.  He was a computer guru before computers were cool.  Once computers were mainstreamed to the general populace, and new software was coming out on a daily basis, he could no longer know "it all".  When he reached that crossroads, he panicked, gave up and dove into the bottle to hide from his insecurities.


A high IQ is often just as much a curse as a blessing.  I am assuming the reason to abuse substance is pretty universal - the desire to escape reality for a while, then it becomes a habit.  If a person doesn't have the courage to deal with reality and change their life, they may choose to destroy it instead.


pleasure versus happiness
Pleasure pertains to the senses.  For instance, it is pleasurable to eat something you like.  Happiness is a state of being which may or may not involve the senses, as in desires fulfilled.  For example, it was a pleasure to eat the chocolate cake.  I'd be happy if I could have the pleasure of doing it every day. 
My days are filled with happiness
and not anger. I get out of the house and I unfortunately do not have any roses to smell right now. May be I will buy some. I do lead a pleasant life, and again I am not confused. Again, have a nice day. Over and out.
If you truly "love" someone, do you give up your own happiness for them?
I know this is where compromise comes in, but say like, if you are in a relationship and your personalities clash... but you love each other... one of you likes to be social and the other wants to stay home and doesn't want to have friends... how do you deal with this? Because if you compromise doesn't it feel like you are just forcing the other person to do what they dont want to do...?
My secret to happiness what something my grandma
told me.

My grandparents were opposites. I asked her on their 50th wedding anniversary how they had been able to stay together so long. She told me this:

You can sacrifice things in your life for the person you love and vice versa. But, if the person loves you and is worth loving, they will not require it of you.
My days are filled with happiness, not anger
and do not dwell on things that happened 13 years ago like some. We were on here talking about 1 thing and when you interject like you did, then the whole subject opened up again. I am sorta you are a confused person. Take a break- get out of the house, smell the roses, lead a pleasant life.
It's not healthy to base your happiness on another person
I'm not trying to be mean or judge, but I just don't understand why women do this. You should never be this "into" a guy, it's just not healthy. You really need to get into counseling or try to fill that void in your life with church/God/Christianity, anything that makes you happy. Find out what makes you happy (in a healthy way) and pursue that. I've been married 10 years to a wonderful man who is honestly my best friend and I would be very sad if our relationship ended, but I wouldn't be devastated and I know that I'm a strong enough woman that I would get through it just fine. To honestly have a healthy relationship, you should be completely happy and whole on your own and you shouldn't need another person to make you feel happy. I pray that you find whatever it is that you're seeking, but trust me, you'll never find it through another person.
That's what this board is for, to share gripes and happiness sm

and whatever else is bothering us.  it's nice to see that there are other people out there that bored just like me.  there are a lot of pros about working at home, but i have to say, i miss being around people, leaving work at work instead of it staring me in the face all the time.  i have two young kids who are in school and they are my main reason for working at home.  i want to be there for them when they need me instead of growing up in a daycare.


you're very rude.  maybe you need to get out the house a while.


Happiness is a heart thing; pleasure is a head thing.nm