Another epic realization of mine...

Feb 26, 2005 16:39

So, I've come to the conclusion that I am just an average person. That doesn't particularily bother me...most of the time. But if early on, or even now, I concentrated all of my energy on one thing, I know I could do that one thing really, really, really good.

But no. Instead, probably because of my indecisiveness, I spread myself out way too much, so thus, I'm just average at everything. Wait, you don't understand me? Let me give you a few examples. If I wanted to be a writer, I could be a good writer. I mean, I think I can write, though self-critics are always the worst ones. They're either too hard on themselves, or way too easy and biased. But if I just threw my entire life into writing...well...I dunno. I could write. Or I could be a poet...

But it's not even with talents or skills...it's with just everyday things. Or maybe this is exactly why I lack a personality...or individual/unique personalities. I could be a really good emo person...Sometimes, I feel so emo, it's unbelievable. Or gothic. Hehe...that makes me laugh. But seriously!

My problem is that I can't commit. It's always been my problem, and it's always going to be my problem. I have a theory. Every person, every person alive, contains the same amount of...um...we'll call it "talent" energy. Some people find good ways to tap into their storage of talent energy, and some people don't. And some people use all of their energy on just one thing. For example, star athletes, like one of my future husbands, Brett Favre. Or really talented artists...They utilize and fling all their energy at one thing, and thus, are super successful at that. That's person Type A.

But I'm a Type B person. I also have a storage room full of talent energy, just like everyone else...but somehow I've gotten into the unconscience habit of using a little talent energy for one thing, and then another thing...and it all spreads out and there's not enough energy to really excel at one particular thing, to make one thing stand out.

Oh well.

Whitney
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