captain boring.It was all in good fun, sort of, and I pretended to laugh with them. Thirty years later, I can finally admit it.
They were right. I was a boring guy.It wasn’t my personality that made me a drag; it was fear. I played it safe, never risking failure, never risking rejection, always acting in a way to avoid judgment by others; I drifted through life unscathed but devoid of meaningful experiences.When I finished school, I started working for my dad.
Again, playing it safe. But within months, I had reached a point of disillusionment. My clear path towards success no longer seemed worth it.On a whim, I quit and bought a one-way ticket from New York to Las Vegas.Impulsive?
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