Exponential intelligence
You constantly make me notice when I’m not being smart, even if you’ll just as readily point out that I am smart if it’s brought up. Sometimes, you end up being a dick about it. But it’s always you trying to encourage and push me to be better. Because you believe I can be.
Do you see why I have such mixed feelings about it? Can’t you see why I get so frustrated as it happens, faced with my own failure to grasp, to have performed well enough, and then further faced with your remarks on it? I so often only seem able to reflect on it and regain my proper reasoning later, after the frustrations have faded.
Mixed feelings, but I wouldn’t change it. I love you for pushing me, even when I hate it. I am getting better.
thank you.
