Lack of motivation, lack of mental jewelry

I love thinking I'm smarter than others, knowing exactly that I am not. A couple words or a small phrase from a film or song you think is obscure but the sadder issue is thinking it's obscure, when someone smarter - everyone - knows the subtle little nugget, knows it, forgot it, has already nothing-ed it. Bugger.

I seldom write here because 1) It's just a diary really and those are girly and silly; 2) I simply haven't anything to say/write/type, which is dangerously close to assuming I have nothing to think/share/give. Hmmm.

Still it's difficult pill to swallow, knowing there's maybe four, five people on the planet with less sense than oneself. Odd, sad, interesting, and simple, that's the beauty of it.