Jack of All Trades, Master of None

I enjoy going to the gym, but the crowds really get to me. From about 3:30 to 9:00 p.m., it’s wall-to-wall people. And it seems that the average age of a person there is trending downward. I’ve seen kids as young as eight or nine years old working out. What the hell does an eight year old need to be at the gym for? It’s disturbing.

It’s almost as if you have to pick your life’s path out of the womb and work relentlessly toward it as soon as you’re physically capable of walking if you want to achieve the pinnacle of success. It’s not just ice skaters and gymnasts that start at such an insanely young age.

I’ve always considered myself a well-rounded person able to converse intelligently on a wide variety of topics. Unfortuantely, that sort of thing just isn’t in vogue. The world doesn’t reward you for that. Jack of all trades, master of none, I guess.


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