I HATE BEING MEDIOCRE.
BUT UNFORTUNATELY,I AM.
Of course one can't compare to the Untouchables:
1. Babies who found silver spoons to scoop and savour their mom's placentas with.
(And managed to hang on to the spoon after being delivered to feed upon their father's innards - especially the most succulent livers, and somehow their fathers' livers keep regenerating, sometimes growing at a rate even faster than their young ones can devour.)
2. Extraterresterials who have engorged craniums and are frivolously sponsored by dictatorships to go to institutions where they drink lots of beer, puke and make out in dormitories.
(The various actions not necessarily sequential and may all occur at the same time, in various proportions - eg. make out with a beer bottle and drink puke at the same time - yeah, you get the idea.)
And then they return to climb on what they believe are ladders, but never realise that there are only a few true ladders - most of them run on rungs in a wheel similar to those that hamsters run on.
3. Folks who chose to tread upon a lesser path, groping in the dark and eventually discovering the buried treasure amongst the pile of bones of those before who tried and failed.
(What these people have are balls. Very huge ones.)
But after eliminating those above, I am still flopping like a fish.
A half-dead one.
Make that 3/4 dead.
And the only feeble thing I do is to rant.
Weak.
=(
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