When good science goes bad

So I was reading this article. You know how people always say that humans only use 10% of their brains and assume the other 90% is some mystery that if harnessed would mean limitless cosmic power? Well, that's not entirely true. We know what the whole brain does, well, not me but they, they know what it all does. We just use 10% at a time. That would have to be an average because everyone couldn't use exactly 10%. It's like body temperature. Every one's isn't exactly 98.6, that's just the average.  Some people have a higher body temperature and some people have a lower one.  My is on the low side, around 98.3 or something which is probably is why my kids don't really get fevers.  In fact they were the scourge of their first elementary school and it took several months to figure out that they were spreading Strep Throat around like little 5 year old Typhoid Mary's. They didn't run fevers or have any other symptoms; they were carriers only. It wasn't until John and I came down with our 5th collective case that the doctor said, "okaaaaay, who do you live with?"

But back to brains. People use 10% at a time on average, so some people use more and some use less.   Now here is where I start waxing philosophically rather than scientifically. The difference being scientists pose questions, run experiments, collect data and report results.  Philosophers sit around and debate whether someone's cat is dead or not and decide that it's both and, you know what, it's not. The cat is ALIVE and you know how I know that? Because it's not fucking dead.  Get a real job, ya hippies.

Again, back to the brain.  So some people use more of their brains at one time and others use less.  That would explain why some people are better at mutli-tasking then others, follow me so far? That mean's that when I'm dealing with someone who is only using 9.5% of their brain and I'm using 10.5% of mine and he's driving me completely nuts and, let's face it, it's definitely a HE, and I'm starting to lose it and the situation is quickly unraveling, it's not because I'm impatient or have unreasonable expectations or "need to calmthefuckdown for christsake". It's because I'm a genius.  Now that this has been scientifically proven, I'm sure things will go much smoother in the future.

This, by the way, is also why my handwriting is messy.  Geniusness is such a burden.