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Isn’t it peculiar how one is often surprised and shockingly dismayed by perfectly statistically novel things?

Take for example ones intelligence, good looks, creativity:

Do you recall the epoch not long after the dawn of adulthood in which you realized that despite what you imagined for so many years, that you’re in no way particulary special in regard to intelligence, attractiveness, creativity etc? What a shock it was to learn just how average you are, and just how exceptionally statistically improbable it is that your friend is in addition to being from a rich family, both smart AND clever. Perhaps it was then that you first began to question the merits of continuing to live a life of such utter statistical insignificance and why not just cease to exist? Killing yourself is painful, that’s one reason.