Liquid Nonsense

Several years ago I remember taking one of those EQ tests that supposedly analyzes the many different factors of your abilities, in contrast to an IQ test that only tests your "intelligence". Honestly, I hate the IQ test mostly because I think there's a lot more to intelligence then "pick the one that doesn't belong" and "complete the sequence." Regardless, I remember being exceptionally pleased with the results of my EQ. I remember scoring in the top 99th percentile of several areas (e.g., verbal, mathematical, and reasoning) which put me in the archetype of "the visionary." This all came to mind earlier this evening because when you do really well in several areas, you tend to suck it up somewhere...mine happens to be spatial reasoning/analysis. I rank in at a very impressive lower 30th percentile. Seventy out of one hundred people are substantially better at spinning and folding things than me. I cannot visually manipulate things in my head to save my life. No, seriously, I truly and utterly suck at anything that requires me to perform 3d modeling in my mind's eye, including path finding.

This evening I was set to meet up with Heidi at the house she is currently staying at in Paradise Valley. The directions were simple enough. I, like always, could not maintain all the steps of the path in my head. I think it was a total of like four turns between Shea and my final destination yet somehow I was still calling for confirmation. The mere price of $599 for a very nice GPS unit for my car is easily worth the savings in my dignity.

Ultimately though I am honestly not really upset about the trade-off. I would much rather have visionary skills, whatever those may be, than be really good at more visually artistic endeavors. Somehow I manage to do a passable job at photography, but mostly because I think the finer points of the art appeal to the more scientific part of my brain. Exposure levels, f-stops, aperture control, timing, focal points, etc.

Me and directions: fruitless endeavor.