Middle of The Roadness
Had a discussion with a friend the other day. I’m not even sure what the topic was. Regardless, for some reason I stated that I was quite happy being a middle-of-the-road or ‘MOR’ , kind of guy. “I mean”, I said, “What’s wrong with that?” Everyone is somewhere on the continuum. We have extremists and thrill seekers on one end and on the other are conservative, non-risk takers. I considered it an honest and forthright assessment of my character. My musical tastes run from the seventies to mild jazz and light classical. Hardly a risk-taker there, but still not a Lawrence Welk or Perry Como fan. My clothing is pretty calm with nary a sign of butt crack showing. Food? Sushi is as daring as I get, with occasional forays out to enjoy world cuisine. Yup, middle-of-the-road. Somehow in this discussion though, I got the sense that my friend thought I meant ‘mediocre’ instead of MOR. I wonder how many of us confuse the two terms? Let it be said that I in no way consider myself mediocre. In my opinion, mediocre is simply no where to be. It is a waste of time and life to be mediocre. One may not have a choice in being middle-of-the-road or some sort of thrill-seeker. Perhaps it is genetic, the way you are ‘built. Mediocrity on the other hand, is a choice. I can declare with utter certainty, that none of the athletes I watched during these recent Winter Olympic and Paralympic Games would ever allow mediocrity to be part of their lives.
So, here I am in my middle-of-the-roadness. It is a comfortable place to be and it is fun to occasionally venture closer to the extreme end of the spectrum, be it nutritionally, musically or athletically. I doubt I will ever wear jeans with the crotch almost touching the ground though . . .. .