About my unexceptional self, and then it goes into this weird, Great Pyramid of Giza enfueled tangent. But it's all good. Also, I think I just made up the word 'enfueled.'

I realized today that I am average.

I am not a savant or a genius, nor was I a child prodigy. I am not unique or especially talented in any way. Sure, I have abilities other people do not have, but I also have deficits other people do not have. Everything balances out.

Convincing children they are special and vastly important inflates their ego and only sets them up for a cold shock when the world shows them differently. Our generation feels entitled despite having done absolutely nothing beneficial or relevant or even interesting. (Well, at least some people.)

Look at this amazing picture!

I'm always telling myself, One day my life will feel complete; one day I will be the best self I can be. But why can't that one day be today? No money means no independence. Okay, fair point. But what I mean is, If there is something I am capable of doing--it doesn't hurt other people, I won't get caught and go to jail for 90 years, etc.--and the only reason I haven't done it yet is because I'm afraid, then, fuck it, I'll do it anyways. Seriously, why let fear keep me down, control me and not allow me to grow, when I could just say, Okay, let's do it. Why not? Someday we will die, and there's no going back. I know I've got (hopefully) fifty or perhaps sixty years of life to go, but if I don't start improving my life now, when I have the time and energy, then when will I finally begin, at what exact point in time, down to the smallest possible microsecond any machine could possibly calculate, will I begin to improve my life for myself? Never. If not began now, never.