Wow, kind of scattered, like stream-of-consciousness or a poem, without really being either. Not my style, but I think I see what you were going for.

Kind of tragic, semi-disturbing theme as well, a comfortable and even prideful place in mediocrity. Seems to sit as an example of the mental gymnastics one can go through to be okay with one’s existence such as it is.

@THX0477 More like to be okay with the fact that one dies. But I can see what you mean. Mediocrity… not really: I’m a true epic fail in everything… it’s a win in its own right. Heheh :)
Thanks for the comment!