Do not read this unless you have read this.... he's one of my musings that was perhaps meant for an intro...
Everyone thinks that the worst thing in life is being picked last in gym class, but as a few of us can attest to it's not. The kids picked last- those are your Steve Jobs and Egdar Allen Poes of the world. They failed so significantly at gym (I assume) because they were destined for greatness. They were the first picks of the science and art worlds.They had promise.
No the worst is being picked about 6th from the last. You're the best of the worst. The two uber jocks the teacher picked to captain the teams finally make their way to the end of the picking and you're still up there looking around and thinking, "seriously you'd rather her? The girl whose asthma prohibits her from moving quicker than a slow walk?"
See being the best of the worst means you still care. I would stand there in the gym and think "I'm going to save the day in dodgeball today. "
Then your moment comes, that ball comes flying at you and you're ready to catch it- everyone is watching and you stretch your arms out and BAM the slow pitch dodgeball, that chocolate labs catch with ease nails you in the face.
That was always my problem- you see I dream of greatness, but I'm 6th from the last.
Everyone thinks that the worst thing in life is being picked last in gym class, but as a few of us can attest to it's not. The kids picked last- those are your Steve Jobs and Egdar Allen Poes of the world. They failed so significantly at gym (I assume) because they were destined for greatness. They were the first picks of the science and art worlds.They had promise.
No the worst is being picked about 6th from the last. You're the best of the worst. The two uber jocks the teacher picked to captain the teams finally make their way to the end of the picking and you're still up there looking around and thinking, "seriously you'd rather her? The girl whose asthma prohibits her from moving quicker than a slow walk?"
See being the best of the worst means you still care. I would stand there in the gym and think "I'm going to save the day in dodgeball today. "
Then your moment comes, that ball comes flying at you and you're ready to catch it- everyone is watching and you stretch your arms out and BAM the slow pitch dodgeball, that chocolate labs catch with ease nails you in the face.
That was always my problem- you see I dream of greatness, but I'm 6th from the last.
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