It’s Not What We Are
It’s just odd to me how we brag about something that isn’t ours, but ignore the things that make us the most beautiful.
One thing I find fascinating about Human nature.
We are never happy with who we truly are, we have to pretend to be someone else.
We can’t celebrate our own gifts, so we have to fake talents we don’t really have.
For instance, I have a friend who talks constantly about how smart he is. He claims he’s the smartest person he knows.
I catch him on little inaccuracies all the time, and he works doing manual labor. He is not very well-read or educated, and yet he insists on labeling himself the smartest man in the room.
He has plenty of other gifts: he has zero interest in arousing the approval of others, which I find admirable. He walks through life fearlessly, which I also admire.
But the man is not smart, at least not exceptionally so, and yet he wants to be.
One example personally, I wanted to be a music artist once, and I would tell everyone who would listen how great of a singer I am. Looking back, I’m not a great singer, and I have no idea where I got the idea that I was. I’ve always been great at math and science, I’ve been the kind of “smart” that my friend wanted to be.
But for me, being gifted academicall wasn’t “sexy” enough. Try getting laid by spouting Newtonian Physics.
So I wanted to be a rock star. I had zero gifts in that area, and I worked hard and believed in myself, yet I still failed.
One other funny thing, I always thought of myself as the best-looking guy in the world. I thought, I may not have the best body, but nobody has a handsomer face than me. I didn’t say that, but I thought it.
I recently used an AI algorithm that tracks how a person is perceived by others, in terms of attractiveness. I came out as a 7.7 out of 10. Above average, but by no means a Brad Pitt.
Ok, well I guess I’m not that good-looking after all. I guess I’m the “smart” guy.
In a third example, though maybe an inappropriate one, I find that women with large natural breasts are often ashamed of their gift. They wish they could be less noticeable, smaller, and not stick out so much.
Women with augmented breasts, however, will show their implants off wherever and whenever they get the chance.
It’s just odd to me how we brag about something that isn’t ours, but ignore the things that make us the most beautiful.
I feel like my friend could brag about being fearless with people, and it would make much more sense.
I feel like women with large natural breasts should be prouder of them than women with implants, and I feel like maybe I should start curving my identity, my personal “brand,” around my intelligence rather than my looks or musical talents.
Thanks for listening.

