High-q Problems Are RelativeSo, your smart as hell and people seem to be open books of despair and futility that are never read... you are alienated and alone and the reality you can see won't shut up about your and everything's death and the empty, dark miserable experience of existence seems a cold joke... boy, you're fu*ked.
On the other hand, you have the ability to make changes, if nothing else than with ideas planted in the fertile soil of human interaction, filled with fertilizer as it is.
Given the choice of being a dumbsh*t who literally can't see these things and knowing but being miserable, I'll take the misery anytime. Without curiousity and a brain to have it, I would rather dissolve into the ground now, assuming I'd know the difference.
Sure, the sports bars of humanity are filled with beings I have a rough time calling "human" and sure, our time is way too brief, and ok, finding other smartas*es is tough, and all right, the brutish horror of nature scares me if there is a god, but the thing is we CAN do something about it, however futile in the long run.
Besides, some theater, a pretty person who knows their way around a body and a decent meal can take one's mind off it ... for awhile.