Patting Myself on the Back
I was talking with a friend last night about how “mediocre” we were. And he said, “dude, we should really meet actual mediocre people”. We grew up in a small town and were friends with an overwhelming amount of good people. Maybe it was because of this that we grew up to be outstandingly average.
My friend works in Emergency Medicine. I work with computer systems. We were both scholars and studied together in Australia. Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel exceptional. What is it that we do on which we can write a book about? Zilch.
If there’s anything he can tell anyone about me is that I’d built myself up from average. I wasn’t the best student. Lacking in sports. To which he said at least because of that, we were into other subcultures (i.e anime and games). I’m not sure how that’s a good thing.
But somehow, I managed to crawl my way up. I didn’t start from nothing, there are many other extraordinary people out there. But even with the lack of extrinsic motivation. I managed to get a decent job, travel and even started several businesses despite failing.
I’m also super rebellious. Which is probably the reason why I don’t always settle with what’s given to me. With all that said, I think what pushed me through isn’t my need to be exceptional. It was simply because I needed to survive. Yeah, that doesn’t make any sense.