I agree with both of you. My brain has always worked a bit faster than most, and that seemed to be a source of shame rather than a source of pride. My family would always tell me, "Why can't you just learn to talk about the things most people talk about?" Like gossip, shopping, their people problems, TV, stupid fights, and other non-stimulating issues. Spare me.
When I read Atlas Shrugged, I realized it wasn't a bad thing to value quality, competition, hard work, not being a lazy ass. My efforts to excel at my activities was held back by peers, and maybe it wasn't a bad thing that I cared about the quality of my efforts.
I never took her ramblings as gospel, though. I would recommend against taking anybody's ramblings as gospel.