“Knowing is how we learn,” they’d always say before administering the INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT (IQ) TEST, and that would be the end of it. There’d be nothing left to know, other than knowing is how we learn.
“Who learns?” a person taking the test was inclined to wonder. The person had a right to wonder who, didn’t they? They thought they did.
They certainly thought, and they certainly learned.
That person kept thinking, “Grandma always said God never gives you more than you can handle. But that doesn’t feel entirely true. God never gives you more than you can handle — unless you die. That is presumably when you’ve been given more than you can handle. Death is a good marker for whether you were able to handle something or not, really,” the person continued to think. “Have to build your own house? Ok. Did it stay standing or did it collapse and crush the life out of you? Obviously that’s either handled or more than you were capable of having handled yourself. Should have found a way to pay a contractor who, presumably, by the nature of their being a contractor, could have made you a less collapsible house. That would have been what you can handle. That said, maybe God made it impossible for you to find a good contractor or too expensive, so the job of building your house came down to you, and what did you do? Well, you tried your best but God gave you more than you could handle and the house you couldn’t build but needed to build killed you, thanks, ostensibly, to God. So the saying rings true unless you die. And we should all start clarifying that point.”
Then that same person wondered, “What if milk was named after the month it was set to expire? Gimme some of that February milk, you’d gladly say in January, and probably be willing to still say in February, and even maybe, for a short time, in March – but April? No. Get that February milk out of here. Get that February milk out of my face.”
“It freaks me out knowing that cilantro tastes like soap to some more or is it less evolved people? I probably shouldn’t be speculating about whether people are further along evolutionarily. The point is, I’d just as soon not eat cilantro. Even though I think it tastes great. That’s how disturbing the knowledge it tastes like soap to some people is to me.”
The person thought they might start answering questions then but learned
that was it, time was up. The test was over. The person taking it had
failed to score sufficiently on their IQ TEST once more. They would again
have to wear the romper of shame. No way to proudly romp in that.
They were reminded, further failures will result in execution whilst
wearing the romper of shame.
