Since I was very young, I’ve dreaded balding. Early on I would look at my dad and see that he had a full head of hair and it would calm my anxiety. Then people told me that you should actually look at your mother’s father. I knew from that moment on that I was screwed, because grandpa not only had no hair, he also had the weirdest looking scalp in history.
I knew most of the fixes for baldness were either scams or disfiguring procedures that made things worse instead of better. My hope was that by the time I came of age and started losing my hair, science would discover a cure. They joke that all the money in research goes to meaningless issues that affect old white men, right? Well, I am embarrassed to tell you I was hoping this would be a case where that worked in my favor.
As it would turn out, balding is actually the best thing that ever happened to me. Why? Because somehow, in a bizarre mistake or mutation that doesn’t make any scientific sense, I have gained intelligence as I’ve lost my beautiful hair. Based on the testing, it seems to average out to one IQ point gained for each lost hair.
In case you don’t grasp that, it’s astronomical. I was already above average, somewhere in the 118 or 119 range. Now, after almost a decade losing my hair, I’m easily the smartest person in the world. And there is no end in sight, because I still have plenty of hair to lose. Although, it has to fall out naturally. I’ve tried plucking and that doesn’t work. Still, I’m the world’s foremost super-genius and I can look forward to the steady growth of that brilliance for the next several years at least.
In case you’re wondering why you’ve never heard of me, it’s because I realized before making any huge mistakes that anonymity would be the greatest asset to me under the circumstances. I’ve made sure to wield my staggering intellect from behind the scenes, making myself massively wealthy before quickly shifting to various forms of research and development. I usually dabble in around five fields of study a day, both because it keeps me from getting bored and because it seems to help me in terms of inspiration and energy.
I will continue to remain anonymous, for my own safety and freedom, but I wanted to let all of you out there know that help is on the way. I am the smartest man in the history of the world, and my hair is only going to keep falling out. If intelligence can solve a problem, I’ll solve it. As yet untreatable diseases? Federal and local policy theory? Strategies to end senseless wars? World hunger? Don’t worry, everyone. I’m on it!