Good is Mainstream

Hello.

I am writing this essay, because I believe I can be better that the twelve other entries submitted at this time.

I am also going to college because I believe that in the end, I can chase away and rid student debt with an exceptional job more efficiently than everyone else that has tried and failed in the past.

I go to work at a minimum wage, ludicrously average job. I can withstand this, simply because I know I’m better than most there.

Oh, and you guessed it. You know that lottery they run all the time? Sometimes they give away, like, approximately a billion dollars?? I’m going to win that too; because well, it just seems that I’m special.

I’m going to keep buying these treacherous, repulsive cigarettes and spend the amount of money equivalent to a car payment in a month. Don’t worry though; I’m exempt from developing Cancer. They won’t kill me. However, the guy next to me should stop. Just because I’m doing it, you shouldn’t do it too.

Equality. The entirety of the human race strives to be equal.

We have fought centuries upon time clashing and disputing over “special treatment” in human rights. We have protested, discriminated and shed a countless number of blood and harsh tears over this topic. What if naturally, we want to be “equal” for the daunting fear crawling in the back of our Egos? This fear is oozing with jealousy, hatred and an unsettling amount of controversy. Our minds seem to cringe when challenged or told that we are not good enough. What is good enough? How do you figure that we want to be considered just as good as the person next to us, whilst allowing a conceding ego to chant encouraging songs on how we are actually better than the majority of the population?

Pointless would be the act of living. In my perspective, this seems quite uncanny. Entitlement allows us to feel a prevalent presence of superiority to the person next to us. There isn’t a single person that enjoys failing. We all have this absurd drive to succeed within ourselves. I like to think of this as our will to be alive. If we did not feel a tangible purpose attached to our shell of our soul(s), there would be no life. We all consider ourselves above average, simply because if we all knew we were well below average, there would be no accomplishment or strive for betterment within ourselves.

Circumstances, talents and intelligence dance within the minds we each possess. We all are given a set of skills. Somewhere along the line, another person gave us a spark. Exhausted, we picked ourselves up to meet the leveling  eyes of another individual. Someone saw something in us; our family, a peer, a coach. They said that we could accomplish anything; they believed in us. Our egos digest this as validation and positivity. A spark in the blackness. If we were all truly, “above average” why would we naturally consume and allow validation and confirmation from other humans?

If our natural state detests the feeling of being less than equal to our human associates, but thoroughly enjoys toying with the idea that somehow we are better simultaneously; that leaves the majority of us at good. Not exceptional. Not remarkable in some sense. It leaves us very comparable. No brilliance lives in good. If you think about the act of insulting someone, why is it that it can be so degrading and wounding? If the majority of us truly believed and understood what it meant to be “above average,” nothing would touch us.

When people are asked if they believe they are above average, the statistic is 94% of the answer ‘yes’. Doesn’t that make the 6% the above average, if the average response is, ‘yes’? I’d like to meet with the sample size of the 6%. Just maybe, they hold all of the answers. I certainly don’t want to fall in a category of “above average” if that is the majority. So many people consider themselves good. With this shivering statistic and the ignorance of everyone who truly believe they are outstandingly unique in some sense; I don’t want to be above average. I don’t want to be good. In fact, I’m as bad as it gets.