The Depressing Psychology of People with High IQ

Are there any other INFJs here?

What's the difference between this and anxiety? Because you've described my internal world so freakishly accurately and I have been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder!

What’s crazy is that I think this video is over most peoples’ heads and they don’t get it

Opens with difficulties of high iq, drifts into a grift for a magic bullet to ease the high iq mind (but 2 months free!), supposes cluster b traits have crossover into iq domain, studied vocal cadence for engagement, supposes the viewer is high iq, supposes lower iq have less burden and on and on. That’s what my pattern inference is picking up. The bottom line is whether or not you have a personality deficit or mental disorder. Given the statistics you likely do – I’d bet that over high iq lol

Feels like ADHD lol

Interesting question. I was recently reading a book called Outsmarted: The Hidden Costs of Being the Smartest Person in the Room, and one of its arguments was that intelligence itself isn't what makes people unhappy. It's when your identity becomes built around being "the smart one". That can lead to perfectionism, overthinking, isolation, difficulty relating to others, and the feeling that your worth depends on constantly performing. Intelligence can be a gift, but without belonging, purpose, and healthy relationships, it doesn't automatically translate into happiness. Read that book. It is surprisingly relatable and thought-provoking.

This comes with wisdom as you get older combined with photographic memory where you remember everything and can replay everything like a movie and only when you are older you start to understand and use your ability.

How to overcome this because my brain is constantly thinking of drifting and keeping my focus in real life and observing conversation and thought and this is an impossible loop to get out of

This is so relatable…

I analyze all this before and got to the conclusion that a good short term solution for this issue is shutting down the mind, not with alternatives like alcohol but instead comedy. The part of my brain that ruminates shuts down when I laugh, i am trying to learn more about this system, just try it out. Obviously we are all are and behave based on chemical reactions so medication can also solve the issue but it will create problems of its own

I have this problem

I don’t think im smart. But I do the hyper analysis of just about everything. I get told I over analyze things too much. But I’m not smart. So I don’t think this is true

Navigating the gift is my biggest challenge. I managed to get into that state multiple times but something traumatic happened everytime and made the whole effort to collapse.

Being a genius is like burning alive. You either burn down from the flame as a straw man or you become a phoenix and rise to heights previously never concieved.

Sign #1. You don’t watch videos like this

'Late at night, when I tell myself I'm just going to check something quickly… – and then an hour has passed…' sounds like the story of my nights.

It get's only worse with age, because if you lay down, and your mind is exploring several rabbit-holes into the past and possibilities for the future, you discover something half remembered, unclear or unknown. Of course this demands knowledge at once, so you go checking for it. Suddenly while you search for different aspects of the thing that has been unknown or unsure, your screen gets hard to read, and you notice that's the fault of the sun rising behind your back.

And the worst thing is: The different aspects of your mind are buisy working down a problem, and somebody coming up with 'Good morning, how have you slept?'

An irritating, completely meaningless conversation, when your potential answer could only be: What is sleep? I was trying to work out if the emission of methane from thawing permafrost can be absorbed fast enough in the different sinks, and where the absorbable thresholds are. What do you mean with 'good morning'? Can't you see we're sitting on a big heep of dung? I have not yet figured out the maths, and you desturb my thinking, and this is an emergency, because my fallible maths tell me plus 50C in 50 years. There is a huge problem I need to solve, and unless you know how to capture and absorb methane faster, you're not being helpful, so abstract yourself!

And because the truth is not popular, you exaust yourself with: 'I slept wonderfully, thank you for your concern, Yes, you're right, what a fine morning – while in truth you wonder about divorce.

For me, thinking about intelligence is like crawling down a hole no one else seems to understand and trying to make your own path knowing there's going to be no end to the dirt. Trust me, I've tried to give myself that satisfaction, but I found that no matter how many different ways I tried, it never stops.