About The 100 Billionth Person…

If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
But if I am only for myself, who am I?

Hillel the Elder, ca. 30 BCE

Me, The 100 Billionth Person.  Can that be true?  And so what if it is?

First, it is plausible I am the 100 billionth person to have lived on this planet (see link).  But what matters more in this era of self-promotion is that no one else has made the claim.  So, with my fondest nod to the Al Franken Decade, I have here conferred the title “The 100 Billionth Person” upon myself, Craig Collins.

The 100 Billionth Person.  How impressive!  One out of… how many zeroes is that?  Hmm.  Why should The 100 Billionth Person be more special than the tens of billions preceding and following me?

Let’s talk about special and unique.  As I was growing up, I was constantly reminded by my mother, my teachers, by the fact that I was a year younger than my classmates, that I was special.  My parents rarely missed a chance to brag to their friends about me, as if I were from another planet bearing otherworldly intelligence.  While I did start reading earlier than my classmates and did get good grades, it meant that I was set apart from the other kids.  Special and unique?  Sure, different and often disparaged.

For a good while, I drank the Kool-Aid.  I grew up to meet countless people with abilities and ambitions far exceeding my own but it did not shake my aura of specialness.  College mid-term exam?  I’ll do fine, I don’t need to study that hard.  Income tax returns?  I can do them on Excel.  Corporate leadership workshops?  No way, I hate social engineering crap.  Improve my art and photography by studying the masters?  Why should I contaminate the way I see the world?

For a long time, there was a little shrine to myself imbedded in me, where self-absorbed questions were posed.  How can I get the recognition I deserve?  On what should I spend my precious time and energy?  What a waste it would be to fritter my creativity away — after all, I am unique!

Eventually I found I couldn’t (and no longer cared to) live up to my self-inflated image.  How unspecial I am finally hit home after I ended my career, moved south and tried to start over.  I surprised myself how unprepared I was for this phase of my life, where I couldn’t get by on looks alone.

The 100 Billionth Person is an irony, you see.  The 100 Billionth Person sounds special and distinctive — but as one of so many, how can I be anything but ordinary and insignificant?  Yes, each of us is unique in that no one shares our DNA, our experiences, our thoughts, our actions.  But if we are all unique, how special can that be?

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Now to this blog.  A person who decides to write a blog — and hopes others might read it — must think he has something important to say.  (I really hate the word important.)  While I try to avoid self-importance, this blog necessarily represents the way I view the world:  what other point of view could I possibly have?  For your entertainment, I strive to be unique but not special, hopefully interesting and fun.  I am just one person in an endless queue, aware of my place in the line, clueless what the line is for.  Thanks for joining me.

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Those expecting to find the usual biographical info here may be disappointed.  I don’t want to make it any easier for the personal data aggregator sites than it already is.  Who I am is reflected in my writing, so please read.  Who I am not is some other Craig H. Collins you may have been looking for.  If you arrived here by chance, you need not be sorry.

One Response to About The 100 Billionth Person…

  1. mike miller says:

    no comments… I want to read your blog

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