He was an average guy. You know, average. Not tall, but not short. Not skinny, but not fat. Not Brad Pitt, but not hideous. He was in a sense, invisible. Not noticeable, forgettable. He was just an average guy, with an average guy life waiting until his heart stopped beating. He was just another guy… until he wasn’t anymore.
average reminds me of math. finding the average of a set of numbers. i don’t really like math. frankly, i suck at it. which makes me hate it guess. i think it’s hard and numbers really aren’t my thing.
Life is pretty average for most people. I’m an average guy I’d say. I enjoy spending time with my friends as much as time to myself. The one thing that isn’t average about me is my dreams. I dream much bigger than my station. Actually, that’s pretty average too. I guess I just am average.
the thing about me is that i’m so average. i’ve never amounted to anything in my life and probably never will. i get average grades. average income. average friends. average clothes. average life. average. average. average. i’m nothing special.
Many may say that I am not the average girl, and this is so true. I’m one of a kinda, there will never be another like me, you either like me, or are jealous of me. And the truth is that I don’t care which of those it is. I live my life for myself and nobody else. I’m emotional, I’m tough, I’m quiet when I’m upset, I’m boisterous when I’m happy, and yet I always have a smile to share. I love sports, and am probably the most competitive girl anyone would know. I love to be a nerd. I love to be a girly girl, a tomboy, and basically just being me. And I’m one hell of a loyal friend to have, once you’ve got me, you’ve got me for life unless you screw me over and then I’m out. Let’s just say I’m not a girl that can be explained in a few words; I’m one heck of a complicated chick, and that’s what makes me, me.
for now my life is average i have an average crush whom talks to me almost everyday he has serious issues and is quite a mess, but i guess there is no real definition of average because we all are. oh well.
And he was average. Or so it seemed.
He had the average brown hair, and those average brown eyes, and that average job on an average street of an average town. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance or his house.
But he did not have an average soul. He had learned to give everybody more than passing glance. He had learned to soften himself to the world, to think for himself, to stand on his own two feet. He had a past, full of struggling, and had somehow held on to, strengthened, his heart.
Contrary to appearances, he was anything but average.
i hate that average is the new ugly. you have to be a skinny bombshell to get anywhere in this life. i think that average is the only real way to get anywhere because then your head isnt filling up with too much confidence and ruining your life. you can get a lot more done and not have to worry about people complimenting you about how gorgeous you are or making fun of the way you stare when you are thinking and your face scrunches up in that odd way that it always does, and not the way it does on cute girls who look good no matter what they do. the plain ol’ ugly kind.
love is everything to me. All I can think about is getting married and starting a family. I don’t know if he feels the same way, but I’m hoping he does. I fell in love with him before I even met him. After I met him I knew I could see myself having children with him. Does that make me weird? I don’t know. Zia
i hated being an average girl. All I really wanted to be was a superhero! I wanted to pretty much be Awesome! But things like this don’t happen to girls like me… until today!!!
people think they are average. average life average friend average thing average career. average is the word people use when they want to be extrodinary. they want to be able to break theyre averageness and be their dreams.
Siempre los mismos números. Les tiene confianza, los conoce, los ve cuando cierra los ojos unos segundos antes de dormirse. Nunca los cambiaría por otros. Porque sabe que un día estos le traerán fortuna y lo llevarán lejos de esta vida promedio. Los números premiados de la lotería.
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average!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by lllllllllllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzzz on 09.15.2011
To some, I may be an average girl. I’m not. I’m not dramatic, I’m not confusing. I’m just me. I was boring in high school, but since entering college, I’ve been able to blossom and become more than just the average girl. I’ve gone skydiving, I’ve traveled to Australia and New Zealand, and I plan for so much more. Average is just so… average.
On an average day, I make tea and cook. I have fun with friends and do church work. Life is good and I am thankful for many things. Yes, that’s it, on an average day.
of what?
im lame
i dont know know
the averge height of people is 4 inches why are people so short? i dont understand im average i guess. everybody is average, blah blah blah , i will never get a c average in algebra two ever again thats a lie.
well im just an average person. nothing really special about me and today has been just an average day. i think average is boring though and theres not a lot of fun with that. you need excitement and things that arent average to make life interesting. average isnt fun… kinda sucks actually.
I would like to think that I’m at least a average roommate. As an averagely sane person I keep to myself, pay bills on time and have excellent fun taste in home decor. My current roommate on the other hand is well above average… on the bat sh*t crazy scale- that is.
The average rhino wont live past 13 years but Greg was able to outlive three generations. It should be noted that Greg is not a rhino but rather a human. He actually lives there on the corner of Clark and Division. Nice fella.
average is what every person thinks they are. no one thinks they are better then average. looks, personality, smarts. there are some cocky people out there but im striving for at least average. but maybe average isnt so good? i mean average on a test is a C..which is actually pretty bad. average weight according to magazines is that every female should be a size zero but they’re all crazy
Nothing about them had ever been average. They didn’t meet in an average way. They didn’t come together in that typical sense. Their relationship was never conventional and when he left, that wasn’t average either. They were something strange and limitless, not meant to fit in one box or another. She had loved him with all of her heart and he had left her.
My grade in math is now a B- average. It’s never been that low! I’ve always been a genius, and everyone knows it. It feels weird to be average. at the same it’s… nice. Not the fastest, or the smartest, or most ‘musical’. I sound like a bitch right, but… yeah, it’s nice.
i think of math, math and more math. MEAN, loads of people and what they do at what time. i dont think that anyONE can actually be “average” there is no such thing as normal in my mind, or “suppossed to be” no average person.
I suppose everyone is average. In their own way. There has to be an average everything, but how is that observable? Is it even measurable? Is everyone above average if there is no stable average that can be established? I suppose I think of myself as average, but I don’t know…
average its what am, never greater never worse
but today i am bigger something more
something better nothing worse
my life has changed and all for you
you showed you were average too
but together we’re something more
average is gone right out the door!
You are the distinct average of an average world that never ceases to not-amaze you. You have little to hope, very little to expect from yourself. What of others then?
this remimnds me of math, and my marks, and math and more math. and it also reminds me of how many people do what at this time or that. like MEAN, lol, its math and average spells how much in my mind.
I’m not really your average person. No, really, I mean it. At some point in life I discovered this fact and it turned out to be a really, really bad idea. I was six when it happened: I was walking along the playground when a boy came up to me and pushed me down. I was angry at him: so angry. The anger boiled up inside of me and flew out at him as a ball of energy, shooting into his face.
He was an average guy. You know, average. Not tall, but not short. Not skinny, but not fat. Not Brad Pitt, but not hideous. He was in a sense, invisible. Not noticeable, forgettable. He was just an average guy, with an average guy life waiting until his heart stopped beating. He was just another guy… until he wasn’t anymore.
average reminds me of math. finding the average of a set of numbers. i don’t really like math. frankly, i suck at it. which makes me hate it guess. i think it’s hard and numbers really aren’t my thing.
Life is pretty average for most people. I’m an average guy I’d say. I enjoy spending time with my friends as much as time to myself. The one thing that isn’t average about me is my dreams. I dream much bigger than my station. Actually, that’s pretty average too. I guess I just am average.
the thing about me is that i’m so average. i’ve never amounted to anything in my life and probably never will. i get average grades. average income. average friends. average clothes. average life. average. average. average. i’m nothing special.
Many may say that I am not the average girl, and this is so true. I’m one of a kinda, there will never be another like me, you either like me, or are jealous of me. And the truth is that I don’t care which of those it is. I live my life for myself and nobody else. I’m emotional, I’m tough, I’m quiet when I’m upset, I’m boisterous when I’m happy, and yet I always have a smile to share. I love sports, and am probably the most competitive girl anyone would know. I love to be a nerd. I love to be a girly girl, a tomboy, and basically just being me. And I’m one hell of a loyal friend to have, once you’ve got me, you’ve got me for life unless you screw me over and then I’m out. Let’s just say I’m not a girl that can be explained in a few words; I’m one heck of a complicated chick, and that’s what makes me, me.
you know that feeling when you know he would pick just about anyone else but you? i wish they had a word for that. oh, yeah they do. average.
for now my life is average i have an average crush whom talks to me almost everyday he has serious issues and is quite a mess, but i guess there is no real definition of average because we all are. oh well.
And he was average. Or so it seemed.
He had the average brown hair, and those average brown eyes, and that average job on an average street of an average town. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance or his house.
But he did not have an average soul. He had learned to give everybody more than passing glance. He had learned to soften himself to the world, to think for himself, to stand on his own two feet. He had a past, full of struggling, and had somehow held on to, strengthened, his heart.
Contrary to appearances, he was anything but average.
i hate that average is the new ugly. you have to be a skinny bombshell to get anywhere in this life. i think that average is the only real way to get anywhere because then your head isnt filling up with too much confidence and ruining your life. you can get a lot more done and not have to worry about people complimenting you about how gorgeous you are or making fun of the way you stare when you are thinking and your face scrunches up in that odd way that it always does, and not the way it does on cute girls who look good no matter what they do. the plain ol’ ugly kind.
love is everything to me. All I can think about is getting married and starting a family. I don’t know if he feels the same way, but I’m hoping he does. I fell in love with him before I even met him. After I met him I knew I could see myself having children with him. Does that make me weird? I don’t know. Zia
i hated being an average girl. All I really wanted to be was a superhero! I wanted to pretty much be Awesome! But things like this don’t happen to girls like me… until today!!!
people think they are average. average life average friend average thing average career. average is the word people use when they want to be extrodinary. they want to be able to break theyre averageness and be their dreams.
Siempre los mismos números. Les tiene confianza, los conoce, los ve cuando cierra los ojos unos segundos antes de dormirse. Nunca los cambiaría por otros. Porque sabe que un día estos le traerán fortuna y lo llevarán lejos de esta vida promedio. Los números premiados de la lotería.
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average!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To some, I may be an average girl. I’m not. I’m not dramatic, I’m not confusing. I’m just me. I was boring in high school, but since entering college, I’ve been able to blossom and become more than just the average girl. I’ve gone skydiving, I’ve traveled to Australia and New Zealand, and I plan for so much more. Average is just so… average.
On an average day, I make tea and cook. I have fun with friends and do church work. Life is good and I am thankful for many things. Yes, that’s it, on an average day.
the average rain fall out here is 3 inches a week, not enough for ”this” desert!
This word scares me, because I never want to be it.
the average rain fall out here is about three inches a week, it’s not enough for ”this” desert!
It was extremely average, but the niceness encouraged nothing more than this so it was inevitable.
of what?
im lame
i dont know know
the averge height of people is 4 inches why are people so short? i dont understand im average i guess. everybody is average, blah blah blah , i will never get a c average in algebra two ever again thats a lie.
well im just an average person. nothing really special about me and today has been just an average day. i think average is boring though and theres not a lot of fun with that. you need excitement and things that arent average to make life interesting. average isnt fun… kinda sucks actually.
I would like to think that I’m at least a average roommate. As an averagely sane person I keep to myself, pay bills on time and have excellent fun taste in home decor. My current roommate on the other hand is well above average… on the bat sh*t crazy scale- that is.
The average rhino wont live past 13 years but Greg was able to outlive three generations. It should be noted that Greg is not a rhino but rather a human. He actually lives there on the corner of Clark and Division. Nice fella.
The average woman thinks about her life day by day. Everyone thinks we plan and speculate but we don?t were just trying to live like everyone else.
average is what every person thinks they are. no one thinks they are better then average. looks, personality, smarts. there are some cocky people out there but im striving for at least average. but maybe average isnt so good? i mean average on a test is a C..which is actually pretty bad. average weight according to magazines is that every female should be a size zero but they’re all crazy
Nothing about them had ever been average. They didn’t meet in an average way. They didn’t come together in that typical sense. Their relationship was never conventional and when he left, that wasn’t average either. They were something strange and limitless, not meant to fit in one box or another. She had loved him with all of her heart and he had left her.
My grade in math is now a B- average. It’s never been that low! I’ve always been a genius, and everyone knows it. It feels weird to be average. at the same it’s… nice. Not the fastest, or the smartest, or most ‘musical’. I sound like a bitch right, but… yeah, it’s nice.
i think of math, math and more math. MEAN, loads of people and what they do at what time. i dont think that anyONE can actually be “average” there is no such thing as normal in my mind, or “suppossed to be” no average person.
I suppose everyone is average. In their own way. There has to be an average everything, but how is that observable? Is it even measurable? Is everyone above average if there is no stable average that can be established? I suppose I think of myself as average, but I don’t know…
“A jury is a group of twelve people of average ignorance.”
average its what am, never greater never worse
but today i am bigger something more
something better nothing worse
my life has changed and all for you
you showed you were average too
but together we’re something more
average is gone right out the door!
You are the distinct average of an average world that never ceases to not-amaze you. You have little to hope, very little to expect from yourself. What of others then?
something that most of people feel extremely bored.
You aren’t the best but you aren’t the worst.. I’m not average i’m above average better than the usual :) over achiever.
Yep that’s it.
this remimnds me of math, and my marks, and math and more math. and it also reminds me of how many people do what at this time or that. like MEAN, lol, its math and average spells how much in my mind.
I’m not really your average person. No, really, I mean it. At some point in life I discovered this fact and it turned out to be a really, really bad idea. I was six when it happened: I was walking along the playground when a boy came up to me and pushed me down. I was angry at him: so angry. The anger boiled up inside of me and flew out at him as a ball of energy, shooting into his face.
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I thought I was average.
I thought.
Average is just that – average. Nothing special, nothing bad, just nothing. Nothing to signify or differentiate. It’s on par with what’s expected.