Being a genius is, paradoxically, the best and worst thing you can be.
You can be anything you want, and do anything you want. Your need for knowledge becomes nothing less than uncontrollable, and it fuels you, pressing you to go on. You can go as far as to read other people's thoughts and ideas, and it makes you feel unstoppable. It's an incredible feeling that comes with such knowledge. A feeling of power over everything. A kind of lazy, comfortable power that you hardly have to work for, as your brain does it all.
And then, there's that alienation that comes with it. A feeling that no one else can understand as you do. The universe is at balance, and at the same time it is governed by chaos. Yet, you understand it all, and it is impossible for anyone else. And then, you feel the need to take measures to remove yourself from society. Friendship, love, and kindness become mere shadows of what they were, so long ago. They hit you like darts, stabbing you. Everyone's eyes seem to strike you, much like the feeling of a baseball bat colliding with your solar plexus. You can see the very thoughts of your friends and acquaintances, and the malicious and hateful ideas inside their heads (which they only show a portion of on their face) is only describable as evil. There you sit, watching, unable to stop it. You try and restore order, but no one listens. You try and give your ideas, but they are far too complex for them to understand. You know the world will never know the world as you do, and they are simply blind to what goes on around them.
Applied psychology is something I often use. It's fun, when you don't have to see the evil in it.