The older I get, the more I agree with this statement. I am not the funniest person in the world. I don't have the greatest fashion sense of all time. The only thing I probably have over other people is the most split ends in the universe, but that's not really a thing to brag about. If it were, I would have already ordered a large statue in honor of how much willpower I exhibit in refusing to pay for a haircut.
Seriously, I need a haircut more than my cat needs dry food. I am poor. |
When I began my freshman year at Lyon College, I was surrounded by go-getters just like me. These people wanted to be involved in everything while simultaneously succeeding academically. I did, too, but I became more realistic about my goals after my first semester. (My lovely friend Clinical Depression visited and wanted to hang out non-stop for a couple years, making it difficult for me to tear myself away to focus on school and work as much as I wanted to. We talk occasionally now, but she's a little too high maintenance for me.) After I received my first semester grades, I felt as if I had failed. I wasn't in the top ten percent of my class; I don't think I even made the top fifteen. It absolutely killed my spirit, and I have never really been the same since.
I won't paint this as a negative. I would have a year ago, but I am not the same person I was a year ago. Doing less well than I expected that semester taught me that I'm not necessarily special. I probably wouldn't stand out in a large group for anything other than my knowledge of the television series Lost, and I'm okay with that. It's a relief to know that I'm not a prodigy. I'm a human who makes mistakes and watches way too much reality TV sometimes - okay, most of the time.
I may never be the best journalist who ever lived. Statistically, this definitely will not happen. To combat the crushing feeling of being inferior to everyone in the world - if I am great at something, it's hyperbole - I'll just focus on bettering myself. I'll stop focusing on superlatives and start focusing on how to achieve minor goals, hopefully eventually leading to a large-scale goal.
And if all that fails, I will try promiscuity. It could still work out for me.
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