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So right now I’m sitting in a hole. I’m being fed fish sauce through a hose. I don’t like fish, but you know what? I’m really enjoying it, and I’ll tell you why:
Energy drinks.
They are horrible, nasty things. I know people see coffee as a bad habit, but at least it can have some class. I’m personally trying to ween myself off energy drinks and onto coffee like a regular member of society.
Of course, regularity isn’t a real thing, just a bar that can be set by anyone and at any level, and at multiple levels at the same time. It’s just more acceptable to have your bar higher than everyone else’s bar than lower, and as much as I’d like to tell everyone to fuck off and then throw my bar into the ocean, I don’t. We get conditioned to have that bar, and even if you don’t want it, you still need it. Sure, you can bend the bar, or chop it up and put parts of it all over the place, as some of the most successful people in history have done, but it’s tethered to you. You can raise it to push yourself, or lower it to justify a mistake to yourself (and maybe others).
Let’s explore what would happen if you were to drop that bar and let it fall as far as it would go. So, you have the bar, but you can’t get rid of it. You can drop it, but it will still be there. All you do is lower your standards of regularity. It’s a society’s way of keeping you in line with it’s ideals and what it views as ‘regular’, because when the bar is dragging along the ground you generally aren’t fitting in, and that doesn’t go down well, so you suffer persecution, prosecution, and general ill will. This goes against our natural drive to survive. To go under the radar, you have to at least set your bar to the same level as everyone else so you don’t stand out.
So, with age comes wisdom, and acceptance that to bring down the machine you have to get in it’s belly, and with more age comes more wisdom and acceptance that you can’t bring down the machine, and with more age comes even more wisdom and acceptance that the machine is, in fact, an OK bloke.
I’m swimming in fishy mediocrity and I’m ready to drown.