This week has been very average for me, but since I I love anticlimaxes that means my week has actually been utterly fantastic. I have spent many hours in the ace of beige, the average car that it is, sitting in average traffic jams caused by average people with average driving skills having average accidents and sustaining moderate injuries.
Thankfully, this time was not wasted for me as I occupied myself with average philosophical thoughts, not particularly deep or shallow in their own right. One of which was the contemplation of whether a high level of averageness in an individual's life is sustainable. Is it really enough to survive by satisfying the basic requirements of survival: going about one's daily routine in an average calm mental state, having breakfast, going to work, going to the supermarket, cooking dinner, and sleeping? Or, is it vital to spice this up a bit and get some emotional excitement with the feeling of personal superiority from derogatory gossip about ginger acquaintances, or from indulging in risky behaviour like ass pinching a stranger in a crowded night club, or finally saving up and buying that big dildo you've always wanted? However, since many people do these things, they're not that exciting at all but just average in the first place.
There are so many levels of average in this world - often things that seem exciting are really just average if you think about them. Take bass playing for example, exciting on the surface but it's actually quite easy because the bar is so low. Of course there are exceptions, but the majority of bass players play parts that are musically so simple that any technically average bass player is viewed as a virtuoso by an audience. Some people might find ending on this bombshell depressing, but, since I love anticlimaxes and all levels of average, bass playing to me is utterly fantastic.
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