I wish I were stupid for one day...

...so the only thing I'd care about would be the upcoming episode of Geordie Shore and Jennifer Lawrence's tits. Stupidity and ignorance make you immune to the disappointment in mankind that naturally comes with maturity, intelligence, wisdom or whatever you want to call it.

Last week I had my induction training for my new job. Healthcare related, loads of responsibility, not for the faint-hearted, yet one of my colleagues there (a person who had supposedly submitted a decent application and passed the interview) couldn't even spell "hygiene" and was moaning that copying information (i.e. the process of alternating reading and writing) was very difficult and "made her brain hurt".

In the same way breathing and talking at the same time is excruciatingly tiring. I would advise those people to stop doing one of them - one thing at a time, y'know. It would make life much easier for everyone. Multitasking isn't always ideal.

By that point I was feeling increasingly worried by my employer's code of practice in recruiting staff. Everyone at that table was either of average intelligence or not very intelligent, but practical... except for this particular specimen who couldn't even write in her own language, yet was signing up for a huge amount of responsibility by dealing with, ehm, !!!LIVING PEOPLE!!!, including assisting with medication and filling in charts (surely the names of the medicines would make her tiny brain pop, as they are more complicated to spell than the word "hygiene", just saying).

Should I worry about that? No, I haven't hired her and would have never done so if it had been up to me. But I am. I am worried and disappointed. Every day, every minute, every second, unless I find a good enough distraction such as:

• Making everyone who wants to be my friend pass a spelling test
• Being in cuteness heaven with fifteen fluffy cats
• Reading books that make me loathe humanity even more than I already do
• Moaning about it on the internet... oh wait, that makes it even worse
• Contemplating my future achievements - very inspiration, successful as fuck
• Mentally killing everyone on my blacklist
• Creating new characters for my epic soon-to-be-written novel that I'm always too lazy to actually write. I also make them have sex. Very often. Maybe I should crack on writing those chapters first...
• Jennifer Lawrence's tits (just leave the woman be, will you?)

On the other hand, seeing all of these stupid people succeed keeps me motivated and less likely to underestimate myself - if they can do it, why couldn't I do it too? 

What makes the stupid successful?

The more intelligent you are, the harsher and more critical you are of yourself (doesn't work the other way around, I'm afraid). This makes the majority of intelligent people very insecure; therefore, the less gifted usually end up in leading positions in the workplace and boss the former around.

The idiot thinks highly of himself as he is too ignorant to acknowledge his own faults, let alone be humble about them or turn them into real insecurities. The idiot is ambitious and (most importantly) very persistent (oh my word, you would be amazed). The idiot doesn't care about other people's opinions of himself and the world, and will not accept that he is an idiot even when bluntly made aware of it.

If you're stupid, you don't know you're stupid. Easy as that. This makes the stupid successful.

How do I protect myself from stupidity?

Read. Never take anything for granted and always doubt every piece of information you come across until you've had the knowledge to validate it yourself. It's like wearing an intellectual condom :)

Whatever is you want to do, think it through. Think what you could have done better, ideally without beating yourself up over mistakes or turning mistakes into insecurities. Otherwise, the stupid might win. And last, but not least:

Random wise notebook from Asda

I'm mainly happy with the person I've become. I've changed so much during the past couple of years I can't even recognise myself looking back at the adult wannabe I used to act like in the old days. It's for the better. I may have the life experience of an older person, but fear not, as I'm still a child to everyone who gets to know me.

Mehr!

What is it about money that turns people into greedy, antisocial maniacs? Ever since the concept of trade was invented in antediluvian times everyone has been slowly developing the obsession of getting maximum value for minimal effort, often at the expense of those who are too meek or decent to rise against exploitation.

Sadly, money is happiness, usually only for those who consider they don't have enough of it (and to a neutral third party, this belief rarely turns out to be realistic). A homeless man may believe he doesn't have enough money, but so would a middle class Londoner sharing a shoe box apartment in Brixton with his significant other, and so would a Wall Street businessman with a high set of personal standards.

There were times when I had a lot of money, and there were times when I barely had any. Adapting to the latter was horrifying, and so was becoming aware of the cruel social differences between "rich" (I prefer the term "wealthy"), "middle class" and "poor". Of all places I've lived in, London reflects it best, which is the reason I would never live there again. Well, unless something very bad happened and I would become indecently wealthy AND ignorant at the same time.

Everyone's value is measured around their possessions and labelled accordingly. In the utopia that we will never be fit to occupy, the most hardworking are always the richest, which fits the original purpose of economy, initially based on the moral precept of trading your own goods or tokens in exchange for other goods - in other words, earning a living.

We compromise our health to earn a living, and spend our fortune to earn it back when we fall ill in the attempt to move poverty out of our way to happiness. The luckiest and most corrupt are often, but not always the richest; however, they always claim the place of the most hardworking.

Would poverty and homelessness exist as a well-deserved punishment for laziness in a perfect society where people would be rewarded fairly for their work? Would the talented be wealthier than the hardworking? Would the privilege of being born in wealth motivate the wealthy to be hardworking in turn, even if their parents' and grandparents' fair earnings will have provided for generations to come? Would charity be then regarded as immoral?

Is money a token of our honest work, or is it a result of the arbitrary works of the universe society perceives as "luck"? Or is it a measure of how utterly ruthless and immoral one can become in their pursuit of happiness - but personal happiness at the expense of others is just a means to an end in the eyes of the machiavellian.

I have more money than any human being on the planet could dare to dream of. I've seen every bit of the world, tasted every sin there is to taste, gave my fortune to others in repentance, and have plenty more left to give. What is left for me to do, if I have done everything I thought would make me happy? I will make peace with myself and continue living a life that is left without purpose, now that I have fulfilled all of my wishes. Or I will let my mind replace them with more ambitious aims, like fame, appreciation and love.

I am never myself. I am never complete. I can never settle. I will never stop looking, don't know what for, but I won't. I am never truly fulfilled.

Human nature makes us forever dissatisfied with who we are and what we've achieved. We will always want more. And more. And more. Until we die of old age, helpless and miserable, or drive our race to extinction, fueled by our own selfish, idealistic ignorance.

Our current economic system will fail in any kind of past, present, future or parallel universe you place our people in. Money is not the problem. It's people.