My dad (mainly) thought I was, and still does think I'm smarter than I am. I hated disappointing him and had recurring nightmares about being in a race that I couldn't ever get to the finish line of. Metaphor for him pushing me to achieve unattainable goals and never being good enough etc. He would be snooty with me when I brought home straight A's instead of straight A+'s. He is so convinced that I'm a super-mind that I still question whether I really am dumbing myself down to fit in with the masses. I'm still unsure. Very troubling and confusing. Especially considering I never finished uni and have a very menial low-paying job now.