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I picked up
You Are Not So Smart
thinking
I would feel smarter.
Instead,
it humbled me.
Page after page,
it quietly revealed
how predictable
my thinking is.
How biased.
How confidently wrong
I can be.
I thought
I was logical.
But I am often
emotional
with better vocabulary.
I thought
I made decisions.
But many decisions
were already made
by patterns
I never questioned.
This realization
felt uncomfortable.
Almost insulting.
But also
liberating.
Because awareness
is power.
The book
doesn’t mock intelligence.
It exposes illusion.
The illusion
that we are always right.
That we see clearly.
That we control
our thoughts fully.
We don’t.
And that’s okay.
Especially
for the “crazy ones.”
The overthinkers.
The pattern seekers.
The ones
who question everything.
This book
is for them.
Because it gives
language
to confusion.
Structure
to curiosity.
It reminds me
that being wrong
is part of thinking.
Not a failure.
But a feature.
The smartest move
is not proving
I am right.
It is staying open
to being wrong.
Again and again.
Because growth
lives there.
In correction.
In reflection.
In uncomfortable truth.
So no,
I am not as smart
as I thought.
And strangely,
that makes me
a little wiser.
