Sometimes I wonder whether I got into trouble at some of the places I have worked because I am more intelligent than some of the people around me.
There. I have written it down.
It looks bloody awful.
Arrogant, elitist and exactly the sort of thing said by somebody who has recently watched a twelve-minute YouTube video about misunderstood geniuses.
I am not saying I am better than everyone else. I don't believe I should be carried into work on a golden throne while my colleagues scatter rose petals beneath my feet.
I am not even sure that intelligence is the right word.
Still, the thought has returned often enough that I cannot dismiss it completely.
I seem to notice things that other people do not. Cracks in plans. Contradictions between what somebody says and what they actually do. Problems sitting quietly beneath the surface while everyone else carries on as though everything is fine.
Sometimes I can see where something is heading before there is enough evidence to explain it properly.
It is a feeling.
Something does not fit.
Something has changed.
Something is being left unsaid.
I have learned not to ignore that feeling because it is often right.
Not always.
That is where the trouble begins.