There are a lot of things that I like and enjoy fully aware that they are mediocre. Quite frankly, I think I am one of those mediocre things. And I am afraid that if I experience the best of things, I will no longer be able to enjoy the things that are so readily available, forced to snootily eschew the available, pining for the hard-to-reach best.
Having lived in California and Texas, I feel confident that I’ve had some of the best tacos and burritos available to humanity. It’s my favorite food. The problem is, I moved to the rural south of the US and have a hard time finding adequate Mexican food. That mindset is only because I have experienced the pinnacle of Mexican cuisine (and if I have not, do NOT tell me) as targeted to gringos. If I was okay with eating tacos at restaurants where they use tortillas that anyone can buy in a store, I’d be okay with my cuisine situation. Yet, alas, I am not. I am vexed because I know better Mexican food exists and I cannot get it. If I didn’t know, I’d be okay with Tex Mex or Taco Bell.
There are so many things that I enjoy that I’m now afraid that people will ruin for me by turning me on to something better. Please, don’t tell me about the best artisanal ice cream or donuts. I like sushi from supermarkets. Yes, I know that there’s multiple sushi options vastly superior to my easily satiated desires for raw fish, but if exposed to the superior taste, that reduces my options. There is a massive swath of barbecue that I enjoy because I don’t know the difference between St. Louis and Carolina ribs and I don’t want to know. Just gimme the goods!
People who like mediocre have a distinct advantage over those who know and insist on the finest things in life. On a road trip, I can stop at a gas station (translation for our European readers: petrol barn) and eat a shrink wrapped sandwich of murky origin. My options are wide. Why are people trying to narrow other people’s options by inflating expectations?
There is probably, as I said earlier, a way better version of me, but I don’t want to know it or meet it or I might have to try to achieve it. Yuck. Just let me stay at my general level of contentment. I’m cool with the me that is me. I don’t want to have to achieve more. Gross. Let me be okay with me.