You know how everyone has fantasies about being the best in the world at something? The best golfer or the best speller or the fastest runner or whatever? Often, I picture it like I just hit home runs left and right, or I never pick a losing stock. I imagine that I’m just impeccably talented at whatever the skill is.
But sometimes I imagine the reverse, where I’m #1 not because I’m so good, but because everyone else is so bad. I can hold my breath for a whole 20 seconds, whereas even professional breath-holders can only manage 17, 17.5 tops. I can run a mile at a lighting pace of 15 minutes, 12 seconds, which is an easy improvement over the former world record, 17:56. I once threw a ball really high and caught it on the way down, becoming a world famous juggler, and OH MAN, the Earth has never seen a cook like me. My boiled spaghetti noodles never fall apart.
On rare occasions I’ll do the Bill Murray golf thing, but it will actually be about golf. I never thought of doing what you do. Seems pretty harmless to me, unless you start believing your own nonsense.