Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyous simpleton?

My mom gets anxiety attacks. I never understood until just recently. I've started getting anxiety attacks. I mainly get them while traveling/driving in bad weather. My heart speeds up, my chest

clinches. I physically hurt and freak out. It's the craziest thing. Having started experiencing anxiety (or what I would consider worry), I think I would much rather be a joyous simpleton. If I was a worried genius, I couldn't enjoy my intellect. I wouldn't be happy. Even if I was a simpleton, at least I would be content and happy.