Being average

I've tried many times but I can't seem to get rid of this word from my life - being just average. Average height, average looks, hair, features, figure, etc. Ok, done with first impressions - almost always physical. Life so far, average too. Schooling - average, institutes attended, degrees earned, jobs worked - average roles, average companies, average responsibilities, average pay. Not to say that there were no bits of goodness in all this, but over all nothing superb.  Every little achievement or success or even failure, however remarkable and extraordinary it did seem at that point of time, gets embellished as average with the passing of time and life.

You have a lovely romantic story which you secretly think is the tops and guess what? After a few rounds of listening to other well-narrated stories by visibly much-in-love couples in the soft parlours of well-kept houses you tend to slot yours as just average too. Your most coveted gold necklace losing its sheen! You glance at your better half, your playing children, your living room with its customary clutter and coziness and what once made you feel content and proud and belonged accosts you with a momentary feeling of being just - in the majority percentile of averages. Yet another suburban family. Yet another middle-aged couple. You stand a little distance away and try to write your future - entering 40s, kids growing up, middle school, career decisions, planned holidays, teenage rebellions, anything different, nopes most likely you have summed up any average person's life. Blame it on  the perspective or dreams or expectations - all mostly average only.

You are restless now! The mirror does not offer any empathy, only emphasizes your average dark circles and open pores. You log into your Facebook account and are again witness to your average-ness. Your most recent status has only got about 40 likes, couple of shares maybe. That's always been your average, after all! Twitter maybe! Well, here you get a feeling of being below average - haven't tweeted in a while, most of the time nothing original to say....and you log out.

Then you open your blog, and start writing! Great place to vent! Uncensored criticism on style, content, choice of words, starts to pour immediately from the voices in your head. They are never silent. If you were to get your blog reviewed, it might just about get an average rating. I mean, just how many people visit here, proof being the comments. A lot of them could be the average lazy lot, who merrily blog hop but can't be bothered to encourage someone, you argue back in agitation. Statistics don't lie, what I mean is Statcounter doesn't:) You fervently exhort one, any (actually you pray for many) of your blog readers to write back and assure you about the widespread perseverance of  averageness.

But you are not too sure. It can't be that common after all. You finish your post and log out. Another task averaged in your average day. You go back to your average life and suddenly remember that a lot of great people and achievers started out in an average way. And the reason they stood out is because they went up from that line of averages. You nod your head and decide that however much you will jump and cry or stretch your life and experiences, everything will average out over time. You succumb to being an average person.