The Middle Age Mediocrity Spread
I’ve discovered the older I get, the more Mediocre I become. This is quite possibly the only thing that I’ve actually gotten better at with time. My youngest son suffers the most, having a Mediocre mother such as myself. Take for example, birthdays. Now, when my older sons were minors, I’d at least give a half-assed effort to provide them some kind of enjoyment for their birthdays. Plan some fun parties at some fun location, with the work done by others of course, because Mediocres cannot be trusted to pull off anything festivous. They were at least able to walk away from those parties with some type of special remembrance. But I can’t even pick up the phone to make those kind of plans anymore. I’ve come to believe that we’re all born with some level of gumption, and that Supers have more, innately, than Mediocres. So with such limited resources, and multiple children, and our own birthdays behind us ever increasing; I think we Mediocres simply run out of it faster than Supers.
For example, my youngest son turned 16 last week. I took one picture of his big moment, and it didn’t even turn out. His head was cut off, the picture is blurry, and I didn’t even bother to try to get a good picture of him with his cake. And in the age of digital photography, I can’t even make the excuse I didn’t know the picture was bad.
I’d like to think that there is a future out there for me that contains some level of concern and drive, but I’ve come to learn that getting my hopes up about being a better person, perhaps even a Super, is all is vain. As I’ve said on here repeatedly, Supers are born, not made. There’s no reason to lie to myself, or you about it.