I don’t get any satisfaction from being average. Average represents an acceptance of mediocrity. The day that I’m content with being labeled, categorized, or defined as average or mediocre will be the day that I’ve officially given up on everything that I’ve ever wanted in life. Even he who is defined by societal standards as “the average man” must find a means by which to distinguish himself from everyone else physically, intellectually, or spiritually if he is to accomplish anything great. There’s nothing in life worth doing or accomplishing that was done or accomplished with an average attitude, an average effort, or an average mind. Average is my enemy.