So I never really understood people very well. I tend to underestimate the fact that they are part of probably the most intelligent (and at times, the dumbest) species on the planet. But for me, I’m the type of person that really enjoys improving myself, but I need that quick burst of inspiration to really want to get something done. I always wondered how people can do certain things such as: Some people are hardcore bodybuilders that look like they’re on steroids 2.0 while others have succeeded in getting so large that about 35% of their total body mass is full blown fat. Or others could constantly set goals for themselves and always try and do something new to get ahead in life, while others will sit around watching t.v or playing games for 17 hours of their 24 hour day.
So I’m curious: How do people differentiate so much? I’m not asking how, I know people are completely different. I’m asking how they managed to become like they did. Did their parents influence them to become who they are? Or did they not have parents to inspire them at all? How did everyone become who they are, mentally? And for that fact, who are the best over all the rest? Which mindset is better for others? While some may get a better life out of doing new things over and over again, it may stress them out and make their life miserable for a while. Maybe the people who just sit around playing games all day have it better because they’re doing things that make them happy.
It’s all mystery and perspective.
I am different: I am a fifteen year old boy, and I consider myself to be some odd freak that tries way too hard to do something right when half of the time I spend with my life is sitting on a computer and playing games. I tell myself every single day that I’m different and that one day, I’ll prove it to the world.
I am not going to be “normal.” I refuse to go my whole life working for some guy who they call my “superior.” Funny thing about that reality is I have not the slightest clue as to how on Earth I will manage to accomplish that. I try different things; I wanted to stream games; I wanted to create a successful blog before this one; I tried to write novels in hopes that one day, I’d finally be able to be something than what everyone else calls average.
I hate the idea of working some dead-end job until I’m sixty and have finally saved up enough money to retire. It’s not just some stupid kid remark and it’s not because I’m lazy. The whole world tells you that you should do what you love. They say things like “do something you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.” So give me one good reason why I can’t be something different. Why is it so damn hard to be able to do something that you love. And for that fact, why is it stupid for me to try?
Well here’s the reality of the situation. I am a lame, nerdy fifteen year old boy trying to make it so that I can be something different, when I have no idea how I’m going to. My family is poor, there’s very little work, and I blow off whatever money I make on hanging out with the small group of friends I’ve managed to make in my life. I probably won’t ever be something more than average, and too be quite honest, I don’t care what “probably” will mean for me.
Funny thing is… the, like, two people that will even read this post won’t give the slightest crap. Maybe a good thumbs up, and be done. So why am I even posting or writing this? Heck, I don’t even know why. Because I don’t want to be average? Because this is another one of my dumb ideas that I hope to god will actually create results before I bail from it in the first month? It’s just funny. I know this probably won’t work, and yet I just don’t care if it doesn’t.
No matter what happens, I’ll always say that I won’t be normal. Someway, somehow, I’ll be something.