Hey, what if I tried joining Mensa?

I’ve been putting some thought into it, and I’m actually pretty sure I might be able to get into Mensa. I mean, I may not be a renowned intellectual, and I’m certainly not an accomplished academic. But I’ve gotten my share of impressive scores on a number of aptitude tests, and I made short work of their practice quiz, so maybe I’ve got what it takes to join the fold.

Not that I know what I’d do if I actually got into Mensa, you understand. I can’t really see myself going to meetings. In fact, I’m not even sure I’d feel comfortable with my membership in Mensa coming up in casual conversation. So I guess I should probably admit that the only reason I actually want to write the test is to see if I can get a passing grade.

Essentially, that puts me on par with the fisherman who hangs his catch on a wall instead of eating it, much less releasing it into the sea. There’s a certain pretentious pomposity to the whole thing that I’m not sure I want to acknowledge as being a part of my personal character.

But wouldn’t it be cool if I actually got in? Just imagine how many workplace disputes or drunken bar bets you could automatically win by whipping out your Mensa membership card. I mean, they give you a membership card, right?

I’m going to put some serious thought into this. If I do get in, then maybe I can just donate my membership to charity or something. I don’t know how much being in Mensa pays, but I’m pretty sure it’s probably a lot.

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