If we hear you play the piano,
you are a pianist.
If you show us the carrots and onions you grew,
you are a gardener.
If you hand us a copy of your signed novel,
you are an author.
If you are pulling 10 oz padded gloves on your hands,
you are a boxer.
If you are covered in flour and hand us a loaf of warm bread,
you are a baker.
But if you have to tell us that you are a “genius” and that your “two greatest assets have been mentally stability and being, like, really smart,”
then I, for one, feel brilliant for not believing you.