Is a Fiasco Filled Life Worth It?

I've decided that books are bad for me. Books, movies, music, all of it, bad for me.

That seems to go against the popular opinion. We're supposed to long for our minds to be open, exposed to everything that we can suck in in the few hours that we have to sponge life up. It's supposed to be our goal. Who determined that? Probably some one who had a life that was worthy of being made into a book, movie or song. Or at least was interesting enough to be composed.

The thing about all of these forms of media - they all involve fiascos. Fiascos only happen to those who are motivated enough to be marvelous. Or to those who have the means to marvelousity - if I may invent a word. I, on the other hand have problems. Nothing worthy of the term fiasco. Therefore, I never am marvelous. Mearly a C plus, possibly a B minus student at life.

I think that life is too short for me to have a fiasco. Therefore, life is too short for me to read books, watch movies or listen to music.

Books, movies, music, they all lead me to place myself in the moment or shoes of the text. I put myself in the life of one who has the ability to have a fiasco.

The thing of it is, even if I were in the spot where fiascos could occur, I'd still be me. I'd still be the same person. I think that's why these medium are so bad for me. I can envelope this fiasco, or marvelousity, ridden experience and there fore create in my mind the person that is worthy of such momentous happenstance.

The fact of the matter, when all the chips are down, even if I was there, I wouldn't be this marvelous person. I'd still be me.

Not that that's all bad. I'm not having a fiasco. I'm sure that there are those who are having a fiasco who would rather live a life of C plus, possibility of B minus.

The problem with that is that for those moments when I'm wearing the mental shoes of one who is greater then that, I can actually see myself as being a greater then average person. It leads me to want more then my C plus life. But, I'm not comfortable enough to have a fiasco, so I'm forever going to be C plus, possibly B minus.

That's why I think that life is too short to spend it tooling around in those mental shoes. I don't have enough time to be a socialite in New York, a dresses only farmer's wife with 12 children in Nebraska, an intellectual mastermind molding the leaders of our future at a large exclusive academy, an Amish women studying the Bible and baking bread in a wood stove or a recluse author living in the tundra of Alaska. I think that it's impossible to be all of these in one life time. I wouldn't consider myself worthy of a fiasco or being marvelous unless I'd done all of these things because to me, all of these things are the things that I want to be in my mental shoes. Life does not compare to these shoes for me.

This life that I've been granted allows me to keep the same small space and spectrum that it currently holds. Averageness. Average isn't bad. It's just average. I'm not a person who was really meant to be more then average because I can't have a fiasco. Maybe I'm not going to meet the most perfect man that ever lived, says all the right things, and never has gas, but then again, I don't have sleepless nights, days, weeks, and months because of some big fiasco.