You had to include that one, didn't you.
Married to a member of MENSA, let me tell you that intellect makes a strange bedfellow. Just imagine never being right on any subject.
The words superficial and shallow are nonexistent. Every conversation has to be meaningful and rewarding. All in all, it's a pain in the ass.
Tuck--trust me, given my day, the LAST thing I want is a "heavy, deep" conversation. Maybe I'm just getting lazy in my old age but I'd much rather have a homemade beer, soak in the pool, torment (figuratively speaking) the kids, and enjoy my life.
I long ago gave up any need or desire to change the world with my superior Wiley E. Coyote, "Soooopppperrrr Genius" brain power.