And this would be why I've never renewed my childhood Mensa membership. A family friend renewed it for me when I was in my early 20s, but as a ramen-eating, beer swilling punk, I had no money to spend for the toney restaurant where they held their meetings. No interest, either, other than seeing their faces when I walked in. It lapsed again after a year and I've never had any desire to do anything about it.

In my experience, half the people were there to point out how wonderful and special they were, and the other half were whining about how misunderstood they were.