(whiner time here!)

Average is the kiss of death. What does it mean? Standard, regular, normal, usual, typical, ordinary, mediocre and, God forbid, common. (Yes, I know how to use a thesaurus.) What can be exciting about any one of those terms?

In school, I got average grades – nothing to write home about, no special commemoration or commendations, no awards, but also nothing to warrant a trip to the principal or lectures of my needing to live up to my potential. If you’re average, you have reached your potential apparently.

I have lived in an average income ratio my entire life. You’re broke at times and times you can spend $5.00 on a triple-diple double no fat/low fat latte chocolaty mocha thingie if you choose (but shoot me now, if I ever step foot in a coffee chain!). You were never poor to the point that you needed to pull yourself up. And you were never rich enough that, that triple-diple doohickey mattered if you had 2 or 10 in one sitting.

I am of average height (although this might be pushing it – so let’s say the low end of the average scale and – weight, now, some things I do strive to be above average in! Between the two, however, they do “average” out to average =) Imagine that!) Average hair color, and eye color not that people take the time to notice things as insignificant as someone’s eye color these days – whining. What does average mean there? Your “common”ness blends you in to the crowd, you don’t stand out.

My knowledge of any particular subject is enough to get me through a conversation if need be (I have learned, when in doubt, ALWAYS ask the other person’s opinion and either say, “I agree completely” OR “I’m not so sure, but I will think on that.” Works every time!) But there is nothing I can say I am the authority on – though after this I might have a slightly higher concept of mediocrity.

I like singers (Chris Cagle rocks!). But I stop at plastering his face all over everything – though he is the wallpaper on my laptop and I had his pic on the old cell phone … so, hmm, and I refuse to stalk him…oh, wait done that too (did you know he likes What-a-burger?), but that still does not compare to the legions of fans far more crazed than I for him – trust me on this! I like certain actors/actress but don’t commit binders to their chiseled portrait (not that that is a bad thing, I just don’t like anyone enough to bother with it). I have a run of the mill (look another one) interest in celeb fame.

Books are one thing I have aplenty but compared to some of my fellow Rosebuds – I’m a mere blip on the B&N repeat customer radar. And I fall smack dab in the middle-of-the-road of how much I have written amongst the ‘buds.

Do I sound like a whiner – probably – but actually I hit a down time in writing my nano book and procrastinating IS something I excel at – HEY, a non-average phenomenon for me – what do you know – woohoo!

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