I like myself.

Ever have ideas where you can’t tell if they are inspirational or depressing? Well this is one of those ideas. I’m going for inspirational, but it is only going to be so if you can handle the idea with a little cheese on top.
So I get down on things sometimes. I think all of us have those days where the worldly shenanigans just aren’t that appealing to us. Maybe people are just ticking you off. Maybe you’re feeling like the last kid picked for the basketball teams. It happens.
I’m having one of these days at the gym the other day. I will mind you that much of the time I get down not because I feel that I am not valuable, but because I think the world I live in is not valuable. You know those days where humanity just lets you down? One of those days where Pat Robertson claims people get AIDs because they’ve been awfully naughty towards their Omni benevolent God recently or ne of those days when you go to history class, and the lesson is on the Philippines, and you see how the good ol’ U.S. you know and love royally screwed over that entire nation, and is still digging that screw deeper? In this particular gym day I was getting down on the world because 5 dudes had arrived at the gym together, and proceeded to LOUDLY talk about how much they could lift, mocking one another all along the way, lifting ridiculous (whether it be ridiculously small or overly large) weights with horrible form all while screaming about how drunk they got last weekend. So it’s not a “starving kids in Africa,” but a “pathetic and saddening that these people are the same species of thing that I am.” If Martian representatives were to arrive on earth, and these men were to greet them first, that would be the Martian’s impression of what a human was.
God Damn it.
Even if Martians met a respectable individual first that person would greet them kindly and then apologize for individuals like these numbskulls.
GDI!(God Damn It).
Anyway what I am getting to here is this. At that moment at the gym as these baboons commenced their buffoonery I thought to myself, “Man I am glad I am not one of them.” That thought continued and I realized, that as much as sometimes I may get down on myself, or the world, there is no one out there that I would rather be than myself. Imagine you were able to transform into the ideal person of your gender for your field of interest, whether it be Brad Pitt for good looks, Bill Gates for wealth, or Steven Hawking for intelligence, once you had become that person isn’t there something you would miss about yourself? How sad would you be to find that you were no longer you?
However I think about myself, whether good or bad, I wouldn’t rather be anyone else. I might want changes to myself, but if that change meant becoming someone else it’s not worth it. I want to be smarter Bryce, not Steven Hawking, Handsomer Bryce, not Brad Pitt. There’s some cheese here if you take this inspiringly, and some depression if the only thing you’ve got going for you is that you’re just glad you’re not an idiot.
Either way I think it’s a testament to the structured introversion I have attempted in this blog for years that the second blog I ever wrote entitled Bee Yourself was about frustration that all “adults” kept telling me as an 18 year old to just be myself, when as an 18 year old you really have no idea who you are or who you want to be. Now at the age of 21 I don’t know that I could describe for you exactly who I am, and don’t think that in all my years on this earth I will be able to define myself, but I do know that whatever that definition is, I like it. I can’t tell you who I am, just that it’s pretty sweet to be me, and not one of you idiots… Burn!

JK! You’re not all idiots. Except you. Yeah, you.