greatly mediocre/why you shouldn't

This blog has two wonderful parts that have nothing to do with each other. . . I still put them both within the same post though, out of fear that if I posted two separate posts you would only read the more recent one. RIGHT??

Well, nevermind. I end up tying the two parts together somehow. . . TA DA!

PART ONE: Greatly Mediocre
Once again Daniel Coutz has inspired a blog post. I dedicate this entry in honor of his geniusness

Tonight my good friend Daniel used the term "greatly mediocre" to describe his dining experience at Golden Corral. While this term may seem silly at first glance, I believe it really just means "if you looked up the word 'mediocre' in the dictionary, you would see a picture of this next to it." It is something that captures the true, organic essence of what mediocricity* is at its core. Examples:

"Watching this Arena Football Game is a greatly mediocre experience."

"This school newspaper is greatly mediocre."

"This episode of 'Step by Step' is greatly mediocre."

"Mehmet Okur is a greatly mediocre basketball player."**

"This blog post is greatly mediocre."

I think you catch my drift. But all this thinking about things being "greatly mediocre" caused me to think about how I sometimes describe things as "wonderfully terrible." Things that are wonderfully terrible, by my definition, are things that are poor in quality, but at the same time you find yourself loving it, or at least enjoying it because you enjoy making fun of it. Do you know what I mean? Kind of like a lovable loser. For example. . .

"William Hung's singing is wonderfully terrible!"

"This chocolate cheese is wonderfully terrible!"

"This yo-yo I bought at the Dollar Tree is wonderfully terrible!"

"Big Joe's Polka Show on the Rural Free Delivery TV sure is wonderfully terrible!"

"This blog post is wonderfully terrible."

See, the phenomenon that commonly occurs is that many of the "greatly mediocre" things are often more frustrating than the things that could be "wonderfully terrible." Like RoseArt products for example. I can't stand RoseArt stuff. They take advantage of poor Sunday School teachers who think they are getting a good deal by spending a little less by buying low-quality RoseArt crayons instead of Crayola crayons. How much difference could there be? GAH! It's like trying to use Saran-Wrap instead of toilet paper. It's just not the same.

Hmm, maybe some things aren't even worthy of being called "mediocre."

----Okay pretend I am using a clever transition phrase/illustration/diversion tool here-----

PART TWO: why you shouldn't

Our kindergarten teachers always told us it was bad for to swallow gum because it would clog up our intestines or something like that. Well I did some good quality research on the world wide web and found the REAL reason you should not swallow gum. The teachers were just too shy/proper to explain to us that this is really what happens when people swallow bubble gum:


IN CONCLUSION:

I'd rather purchase a low-quality product that I am expecting to be low-quality than purchase a mediocre-quality product I am expecting to be high-quality.

I guess I would feel the same way about myself. I'd rather be a low-quality person that people can tell is a low-quality person than a poser who everyone thinks is great but finds out isn't all he's cracked up to be.

See, if I make myself out to be some great, wonderful, amazing person with all the qualities you expect to find in a great, wonderful, amazing person but on the inside I am anything but those things, it may work out perfectly for me temporarily. But after a while these things I have hidden will become problematic and expose themselves. And that is even more embarrassing and shame-inducing. Just like the poor little boy who swallowed his gum so his teacher wouldn't see, and then ended up with a giant bubble coming out of his backside.

:)

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* - "mediocricity" isn't really a word, but I like using it instead of "mediocrity." "Mediocrity" sounds too crunchy.
** - I just used Mehmet Okur as an example because his name sounds a lot like the word "mediocre."

just a big ball of poop

I thought about making a note on my facebook to tell everyone about how I am feeling right now about it being the end of my freshman year. I thought I could tell all of the fun stories. Or maybe I could write about how I met many of my friends at mvnu. I may still do the latter.



But that would all be just cute for facebook's sake.


I thought that would just be making something fun for the reader. I wouldn't be typing what I really want people to know.


And what I really want people to know, I don't think I want everyone to know.


This is dedicated to my guy friends, who are mainly the ones who look at this as far as I know. Not many look at this yet, I'm still new and hidden.


I don't care if women read this as well.


Because then people would just look at my post and leave flowery comments that may or may not hold much substance. I know that the people that look at this blog are only going to look at it because they actually want to read it. And even if no one except me reads it, then that's fine with me.


So here's the actual body of my post:


What have I learned about myself this year?


a) I am jealous


b) I am inadequate



c) I am unconfident


d) I am confident


e) I am a loser


f) I am a winner
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Jealousy (a), I think, is one of the ugliest words in our language. Jealousy--often stemming from pride and selfish ambition--drives people insane, causes them to think illogically, and can change their attitude so that they change who they are and how they are and what they are. Jealousy stinks worse than the insides of a one of the shop-vacs we use in the cafeteria.


Why have I been jealous? Because I have constantly been making, changing, and editing a list of all the things I wanted in life and decided that I would pursue them. And when I failed at times to accomplish simple things that I saw other people succeeding at, it made me feel crappy about myself. I never thought I would be the one who would be jealous of people that had dating relationships. But it happened. Several times. Not because I originally put on my list, "Hey, I want a girlfriend, I'm a gonna go out and get me one," but because I found myself in situations that looked promising, and they turned out to just be dead ends. This has happened multiple times.


I couldn't figure out why this kept happening. And I got bitter at times. I said to God, "I know I'll learn something from this, but when am I going to learn it? I know what I'm doing God! Haven't I've learned all I can learn from this! It's not getting any easier!"


And that's when I felt him say, "When you feel like you've learned all you can learn, that's when you haven't learned enough."


Geez. It seems like I would have learned by now. . .


That's when I realize how inadequate (b) I really am. How many times on the way back from spending time at my bench have I stood at the bottom of that little flame monument thing and stared at the words "APART FROM ME YOU CAN DO NOTHING" and cried out, "That's how I want to live! I know I can't do anything! I'm too weak, too fragile, too frightened to try to do anything on my own." And yet I still find myself trying to walk on water to Jesus and then the winds and the waves that have been distracting me and causing me to fall are the winds and the waves that I have created myself. Well shoot. How am I supposed to get to Jesus when I'm letting my own ideas and ambitions get in the way?


I don't know enough about God to say I know how everything works. If that information was fed into my brain it would probably explode and I might die or something. That's how the supernatural works. Our brains haven't experienced enough to understand it or handle it. We ask so many questions about God, expecting there to be tangible answers that we would understand--when I think most of the answers we would never be able to understand because our laws of science, logic, and reasoning cannot fit with them. That's because the supernatural world was not created based on our laws of science, logic, and reasoning, but the supernatural world is what created our laws of science, logic, and reasoning. Who said the heavens have to conform to our rules? Who knows that the idea of creation was just created for our creation? Okay, I'm getting dizzy.


I gotta speed it up. If I make this entry too long, not even the Rain Man will want to read it.


I've considered myself a confident (d) person for a while now. But then I found out that confidence comes in different categories of life. I think a person who is confident in all aspects of life is a rare find. I am confident that my personality is for the most part the way it needs to be, and will be effective throughout life. But I have also found myself becoming unconfident (e) in many areas such as dealing with the opposite gender and using words to defend my ideas and beliefs in person (in other words I don't feel like I'm a good debater). But in the past few days I've been taking steps to overcome that, and look at how the things that I am confident about in my life can fit into those things that I am not confident about, and help them along. If my personality is the way God wants it to be, I don't need to put so much pressure on myself about girls. Let my personality do the work, in whatever bizarre way it can.


So yes, sometimes I am a loser (e). A big one. And I don't mind that. I'm pretty sure that a lot of the losers win in the end. I'm not very good at competing though. Which means I have a higher risk at being a loser more often. I hate competing with other guys, and so I end up not doing very well at it. So that happens.


But yesterday in Sociology an idea was presented to me by Tony Campolo that I found very encouraging:


Back before I was born, before I was even a zygote, I was a sperm (well, the manliest part of me was anyway). And I was a sperm among literally millions and millions of other sperm. I was participating in one of the greatest tests of manhood of all time--a race to see who could get to the egg.


It was an intense battle, with many obstacles, tricks, and traps--what else could we expect from a woman? And of all the mighty sperms fighting through to reach this goal, only one could be victorious over all the others. And you know who that one was?


That was me.


I am already victorious! I'm already a winner (f). I beat all those other guys. I got to make life! And we can all say that.


And we all are already victorious in Christ! We've already won (A Collision by David Crowder*Band). Have you read the Book? We won when Jesus rose from the dead and conquered sin and death and hell. Have you read the Book? In the end, guess who wins?


God wins. And he let's all of us losers down here be on his winning team.


We just have to put on the jersey and play for him.


So, that's what I've learned this year. Well part of it anyway. Some people have to learn the hard way, I guess I'm the type of guy who has to find out for myself (Free At Last by dcTalk).


I may be just a big ball of poop. But I'm not a big ball of poop that can't do anything. Because there is a glorious dung beetle named Jesus that comes and picks me up and molds me and uses me so that something good can result.


That's one kind of big ball of poop you can be.


The alternative is one that just gets flush down the toilet. Just a big ball of waste.


I think I want to be the one that the dung beetle gets to mess with. Apart from him I can do nothing. . .