There’s times I really, really wish I were stupid.
Not that I’m some genius or brainiac or something but ignorance is bliss and if I were ignorant, (as so many Americans are) my life would be a lot less stressful. I would worry only about my stupid, first world concerns, rather than constantly examine myself for not being out helping the one billion people who live in poverty or saving the environment single-handedly. I know that realistically I can’t do those things on my own, but I’m perpetually chastising myself anyway. And if I were stupid, I wouldn’t know about these things and wouldn’t care.
