So hypothetically speaking...

For someone to be really good at something and I mean really good they have to be really bad at something else - or better yet really bad at a whole lot of something else’s.
Some people are okay at lots of things - a lot of little things. But, because they're okay at most things it means they're not horrible at many things which in turn means they're not really good at anything either.
Some people throw themselves into weird bizarre situations they're not comfortable with or good at - and the kicker is they force themselves through it for weird reasons. Reasons like, it shouldn’t be hard, other people don’t find this challenging, it’ll get easier, the last few hours weren’t really *that* bad, rewards will come - or other silly excuses.
It all depends what all the “something else’s” you are really bad at are and what the one thing you are good at is – if you happen to not be one of those people who are okay at everything.
Usually not being able to ride a sheep dog, water hedges upside down or focus on the space between the breath is not that big of a deal – it won’t ruin most people’s lives. A person not good at those things might be really good at appearing to be confident and at ease which is a trait desired by most.
But what if there was a person who was really really good at focusing on the space between the breath and in turn really bad at confidently selling bits of things to consumers and bad at a lot of other things too.
It’s just not fair that’s all. A person shouldn’t be punished for being really really bad at a lot of *normal* things because that person is really really good at something else. Because at least they are really good as something because being really good at something is rare - most of us zombies are just okay at most things.
Do you ever just step out of the moment just for a second or two and say “okay, yeah, this has to stop.” But what you want to stop are large chunks of your life and it seems completely crazy and unreasonable to want to cut out something that isn’t just part of your life but *is* your life. Your trained little mind doesn’t know what it would use to fill those voids because there wouldn’t be voids there would be just a lot of collapsing. (Apparently though, the vagina, when not in use, is collapsed…take it over leave it I don’t mind.)
So you just keep on trucking intending on stopping when someone suggests a filler for your “could-be” void but that never happens because no one’s ever desired, thought of, or fathomed that there ever would be a void to fill.