I've often (in my darker, more depressing days) thought of myself as average, not remarkable . . . just plain boring.
Now, I know that this is NOT true. I am fabulous, amazing, unique.
But still, we all possess elements of sameness--eating at McDonalds, driving Chevys, etc.
How average are you?
I can't claim to know how much candy I eat per month, but I do believe in God and go to church more than once a month (above average!).
I do drink the milk in the bowl. I recycle every week. I have AT LEAST nine friends (heck, the 4Square table at lunch can comfortably hold twelve . . . so, Booyah!).
Lately I haven't been going to bed before midnight and I of course want to be famous . . . why else would I be writing this stuff in a blog?
1 comment:
"The journey toward run-of-the-mill has never been so remarkable."
Huh? This guy (or gal, though we all know that gals can't be stand-ins for "average" when you're talking about BOTH sexes!) sounds like a downright stooge! Po-Jama people everywhere!
I thank the God that I don't believe in that I don't meet many of those average criteria. I eat MUCH more candy yet have all but one of my adult teeth (which cracked due to a faulty filling--and a lot of candy). S/He's never doubted the existence of God? What an expansive brain s/he must have!
Ugh. I need to comfort myself with a nice chunky peanut butter sandwich.
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